Nico
"You've been staring at that screen all night," Sophia pointed out, her voice cutting through the low thrum of bass in the Vip lounge. She raised her crystal glass of whiskey to her lips, taking a slow sip as her sharp eyes watched me over the rim.
I didn't answer right away. I just frowned, my thumb swiping across the glass screen of my phone for what felt like the hundredth time. I kept refreshing my social media notifications, checking whether Alaric had viewed or reacted to my recent posts—especially the photo I'd posted with Sophia earlier that day. But his handle was nowhere to be found. No view, no sign of life, no silent signal that he was watching. Just complete, agonizing absence.
