Violet Nights

Nightclubs weren’t really Dani’s thing anymore. Too loud. Too crowded. Too many eyes lingering too long. Still, it beat going home alone. So Dani sat in the darkest corner beneath violet neon, oversized hoodie pulled low over her eyes while bass rattled the walls around her. Her untouched drink rested between nervous fingers as cigarette smoke and expensive perfume drifted through the packed room. Nobody paid much attention to the girl hiding in the corner. At least, that’s what Dani wanted to believe. She noticed him after twenty minutes. Tall. Relaxed. Dangerous. A man leaning against the far end of the bar with a whiskey glass in one hand and sharp blue eyes that kept drifting back toward her like he was trying to solve a puzzle. Phillip Graves. Even from across the club, Dani could tel