The bass echoed through the dimly lit club, a steady pulse that vibrated through the floor. Lights flashed in bursts of red, blue, and gold, sweeping over the sea of bodies moving to the rhythm. The air was thick with smoke, perfume, and the scent of expensive liquor.\nFrom the second floor, hidden behind tinted glass and deep shadows, he watched. This place was his. His empire thrived here—money flowed, deals were made, and power shifted hands in whispers. Women—models, influencers, the most stunning the city had to offer—tried to catch his eye. But tonight, he noticed only you.