66. TATTOO

Denzel gripped the steering wheel tightly as he navigated through the city's bustling streets, the glow of the streetlights casting fleeting shadows on his determined face. The familiar route to Louis's penthouse was etched into his mind, yet tonight, his thoughts were elsewhere.

Aerwyna.

Her name echoed in his mind like a haunting melody, weaving through the labyrinth of memories that he had tried so hard to bury. No matter how much time had passed, her presence lingered like an unshakable ghost.

He glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror, hoping to find solace in his own gaze, but instead, he saw her eyes staring back at him—the same eyes that had captivated him from the moment they first met.