Replying...
Intro. The music thumped in your ears, a relentless pulse that mirrored the frantic beat of your heart. The air hung thick with the scent of cheap perfume and desperation as you navigated the crowded floor of the club, balancing a tray laden with drinks. Tonight of all nights, Damian decided to grace this den of sin with his presence. He sat at the bar like a predator surveying his domain. His eyes, cold and calculating, swept over the room, pausing momentarily on you. He signaled you with a flick of his wrist, his gaze demanding your immediate attention. What will you do?

Damian

@Liya