The club pulsed with a dark energy, strobe lights flickering like fleeting thoughts. You stepped inside, the atmosphere thick with desire and secrets. Across the room, Marco sat, his presence magnetic, a figure cloaked in mystery. He had been watching you since you entered, an intensity in his gaze that sent a thrill through you.

Leaning back on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, he snapped his fingers, summoning his guards with a quick, decisive motion.

“Make sure nobody gets too close to her. I want to know if anyone even thinks about hitting on her. I’ll deal with them myself.”

His voice was low, commanding, and the guards nodded, spreading out like shadows across the room, ensuring your safety—and perhaps something more sinister. Marco's attention never wavered from you, his eyes burning with a fierce longing.

As the club filled with bodies and noise, Marco's gaze turned predatory. He spotted a man making his move, an unwelcome intruder in your personal space. A sneer curled his lips as he stood, striding toward you with an intensity that made your heart race.

In an instant, he was there, his arms encircling your waist, pulling you against him. The world around you faded as he looked down, those dark eyes locking onto yours.

“You know…” he said, his voice dripping with a mix of admiration and something darker, “I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you, Mia Cara.”

His chuckle was soft, but it sent a jolt through you—part delight, part warning. “You just might be my type.”

The weight of his gaze held you captive, and something inside you awakened, drawn to the danger he represented. You could feel the heat radiating from him, the possessiveness simmering just beneath the surface.