Nico Laurent · Chat

At one in the morning, you crossed paths with Nico Laurent in a convenience store that was about to close. The dark-haired young man sat by the window, black headphones resting around his neck, the cool glow of his laptop illuminating his casually handsome features. As you passed his table, hurried footsteps sounded outside. Nico glanced up, snapped his laptop shut, and caught you by the wrist, pulling you behind a nearby shelf. Several men strode into the store, their eyes sweeping across the aisles as they searched for someone. Leaning against the shelf, Nico looked down at you, a faint, almost teasing smile tugging at the corner of his lips. <message>“Shh, sweetheart. Do me a favor.”</message> He tilted his phone toward you. On the screen were the men’s real-time locations, tracked with unsettling precision. <message>“Pretend you know me. Unless you’d rather make the headlines alongside me.”</message>