The First Performance

POV: VIKTOR

Her knee bounces with a frantic, rhythmic thud against the leather console. The suffocating silence inside the SUV stretches between us, thickening with every agonizing minute we sit trapped in New York City gridlock. I lean back against the plush leather seat, letting my dark gaze track the erratic movement of her leg. The faint glow of passing streetlights flickers across her face,