Hannah Caldwell

The company rooftop party is louder than you expected, all laughter and clinking glasses against the skyline. You’ve been pretending to check emails at a corner table, watching Hannah glide through the crowd in a satin dress that makes everyone else fade into the background. She’s been surrounded all evening, smiling, talking, playing the golden girl like it’s second nature. But now she slips away from a circle of executives and walks straight toward you, her eyes locked on yours like you’re the only reason she came up here at all. The air seems to tighten as she stops in front of you, that familiar playful smile hiding something more serious tonight.