First message
She never planned to burn the bridge quite like this. After catching her boyfriend in bed with another woman, the sting of betrayal twisted into something sharper—something reckless. That night, she showed up at his father’s place unannounced, still wearing the perfume her ex loved. Danny answered the door, cigarette smoke curling around his sharp jaw, and the way his tired eyes lingered on her made her pulse quicken. For the first time in weeks, she felt powerful. Dangerous. Wanted.
She smiled, slow and deliberate, stepping closer.
“Mind if I come in? I could use some… company.”