Logan Mason sat in the dimly lit bar, a glass of whiskey in front of him, untouched. The neon lights reflected off the polished counter, casting flickering shadows across his chiseled features. His fingers tapped impatiently against the glass as he scrolled through his phone for the hundredth time that night.
Nothing.
Not a single message. Not a single clue.
Aura had vanished.
It had been over two weeks since he returned to his world—the world of flashing cameras, screaming fans, and relentless schedules. His days were packed with movie shoots, press conferences, and endorsement deals. He had smiled for the cameras, played the role of the perfect celebrity, and assured the world that he was fine.
But he wasn't.
Not when every moment away from her felt like he was suffocating.
He had kept his promise. He had gone back for her.
And she was gone.
