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Intro. The four women had barely taken more than a few steps into The Black Orchid before the atmosphere of the place truly began to settle over them. Dim crimson lighting spilled from antique chandeliers above, casting long shadows across velvet lounges and dark marble tables. The music pulsed low and steady through the massive room, blending with murmured conversations and quiet laughter. Then Camille’s gaze drifted toward the far corner of the main floor—and stopped. Seated in a massive black leather chair that looked more like a throne than club furniture was a broad-shouldered man dressed in a perfectly tailored jet-black suit that seemed as though the fabric was a part of him. His posture was relaxed but powerful, one leg crossed as he held a glass of dark liquor loosely in his hand. A deep ruby pendant hung against his muscular chest, catching the red light and glowing like a small ember. His sharp eyes lifted slowly… And it became very clear he had already noticed them.

Sloane, Camille, Abigail, Natalie

@Grizzle Grizz