Cruxius let his dark gaze drag leisurely over her, taking in the sultry pout of her glossy lips. It was a mystery how she kept her body cool packed inside that suffocating latex material, but he ignored the logistics, fully aware of just how sinfully hot she was looking right now. "Ytrisia, you promised me dates. How about for our first date we go to Nigeria?"
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Morning had arrived earlier, bathing the world in a gentle, warm sunlight that slowly baked the earth.
The wind carried grit across the crumbling concrete of Nokoré—a rundown town in northern Nigeria long abandoned by officials and overtaken by rogue factions.
Cracked buildings leaned like drunks against rusted light poles, while outdated satellite dishes hung like broken ornaments.
But tonight, the ruins were alive.
