The Metropolitan Gallery of Architecture was eerie and breathtaking after hours. Soaring vaulted ceilings swept up into shadowed cross-arches, and the vast, cavernous halls echoed with the faintest whisper. High above, narrow skylights let in the cool, blue glow of the midnight moon, casting long, geometric shadows across polished white marble floors and sleek glass display cases containing intricate scale models of towering skyscrapers and modern minimalist estates.
Sophia’s heels clicked softly—a sharp, rhythmic sound that seemed to carry down the endless, quiet corridors. She wore a sleek, midnight-blue velvet cocktail dress with a thigh-high slit on the left side and a delicate, exposed back.
Mark walked beside her, his hand resting heavy and warm at the small of her back. In his oth
