Lumi’s POV
His face comes into recognition, he’s the man from the parking lot. It hits me instantly.
Not because of his face alone, but because of how he carries himself. The same controlled presence, the same aura that doesn’t ask for attention but somehow holds it anyway. He’s taller than I remembered, or maybe he just feels taller here.
The dim lights stretch across him in pieces, highlighting the ink along his neck, disappearing beneath the collar of his black shirt, reappearing along his arms like something alive.
He isn’t smiling, nor looking around. He’s looking at me, and he’s walking toward me. My body reacts before my brain catches up. A slight tightening in my chest, a shift in my spine, my fingers curl slightly against the glass in my hand.
Why is he coming here? Don’t te
