His Dark Love

Previously

…It was for a gala, a lavish affair hosted by the prominent Stawarski family. I vaguely remembered Charlotte mentioning it, a glittering event for the city’s elite. It felt impossibly distant, a world away from my current reality. But as I looked at the embossed invitation, a flicker of an idea, desperate and audacious, began to take shape. It was a long shot, a gamble of epic proportions, but it was a chance. A chance to rewrite my narrative, to seize control, to find a way out. The throbbing in my head had subsided, replaced by a cold, determined resolve. The hangover was fading, but the clarity it had brought was sharp and undeniable. I needed a plan. And I needed it now.