The Devil In Us.

Manhattan. Neon lights danced across the rain-soaked pavement, casting a gaudy glo

le skin. Water droplets clung to her lashes as she gazed up at the towering skyscrapers,

ry's eyes scanned the sea of strangers, her gaze lingering on a young couple embracing in the corner, th

e cool metal. The advertisement plastered above the seats caught her attention: "Arti

ain had slowed to a gentle patter, casting a mystical spell over the city. She walked, her b

kipped a beat. This was it – her chance to showcase her art, to prove herself among the

by the clinking of champagne glasses and polite laughter. Rory's eyes adjusted to the warm lighting, and

, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a world of their own making. Rory's puls

s voice low and husky, as he extended

t the contact. As she met his gaze, a whispered warning echoe