Artist: The Weeknd
Title: Wicked Games ✅
The hum of conversations and clinking glasses faded around her as Lorenzo moved, not with urgency, but with intent. Every eye in the room seemed to bend toward him, yet he never looked away from her. Elena's fingers tightened around the strap of her clutch. She had faced difficult situations before late-night work shifts, angry landlords, lectures she wasn't prepared for but nothing had ever made her feel as simultaneously alive and exposed as this.
Then he was there, stopping a mere few feet away. Close enough for her to notice the faint scent of cologne mixed with something darker, something dangerous. "Elena Carter," he said, voice low, smooth, almost hypnotic, and yet it carried a weight she couldn't ignore. "You've been avoiding me."
Her throat went dry. "I… I don't know what you mean." She kept her voice steady, though her heart betrayed her.
He tilted his head slightly, studying her, and for a moment she felt like a puzzle he was trying to solve dangerous, calculating, unrelenting. "You know exactly what I mean," he said softly, almost a whisper. "The life your father owes me… and now, by extension, you."
Her stomach dropped. She had feared this meeting, but hearing it spoken aloud made it real. And yet, beneath the fear, a flicker of something else stirred — curiosity, defiance, even a strange, unexplainable thrill. He was cold. Controlling. Dangerous. And still, somehow, she felt she couldn't look away.
"You should leave," she said, finding her voice, her pride refusing to let her appear weak.
He smiled faintly not kind, not warm, but knowing. "And miss watching you realize how powerless you are? Never."
In that moment, Elena understood the truth she had been avoiding: she wasn't just meeting Lorenzo Moretti. She was stepping into a world she couldn't escape from, a world where danger and desire were two sides of the same coin, and where every choice she made could tip the scales forever.