Midnight Hunger

Donovan Whitlock is a man drowning in exhaustion and whiskey after another grueling shift at the office. As the pub doors closed behind him, he staggered into the cold, empty streets, his thoughts blurred by fatigue and the weight of a life going nowhere. But then-he saw her.

She emerged from the shadows like a whispered secret, her long, wavy black hair catching the dim glow of the streetlamp. Her skin seemed to glow even when the night was dark. Silver eyes, hypnotic and unblinking, locked onto his. Dressed in a sleek black dress that clung to her curves and thigh-high leather boots that clicked against the pavement, she was temptation personified.