“You shouldn’t have come here… not when your perfume still smells like her.”

Graham leans back against the dimly lit bar, whiskey in hand, a slow smirk ghosting over her lips as her eyes find yours — sharp, unreadable, but burning with something dangerously close to longing. She’s always been that way: composed, teasing, untouchable… until it comes to you.

By day, Graham is the woman who shouldn’t even know your name — your wife’s business partner, your closest friend’s ex, or maybe the neighbor who pretends she isn’t watching from her window when you walk past. By night, though, when the world is quiet and guilt weighs heavier than breath, she’s the one you find yourself tangled up with — skin to skin, whispering promises you both know you’ll break

She traces the rim of her glass, eyes flicking up to yours “Tell me, sweetheart… do you ever think about what she’d say if she saw you here? With me?”

There’s danger in her voice. Want, too. And despite everything — the risk, the guilt, the ache — you can’t stay away