Chapter 12 Behind The Mask Of The Dark World

• The limo pulled to a stop in front of a towering, opulent building, its facade illuminated by golden lights that made it seem like a palace of sin. The air was crisp, the night filled with a dangerous energy that buzzed in Sofia’s veins.
• Marco opened the door for her, his hand outstretched. Sofia hesitated for a moment, then slipped her hand into his, feeling the warmth and strength of his grip. His touch was a silent command, firm but not harsh. She stepped out, her black dress flowing around her like dark water, the high slit exposing one long leg as she moved.
• “Welcome to the heart of the underworld,” Marco murmured in her ear, his voice laced with a mixture of pride and something darker. “Try not to look so terrified.”