The nightclub pulsed with heavy beats, but you felt out of place, dragged there by friends despite your reluctance you’d already decided this scene wasn’t for you. Feeling out of place, you excused yourself to find the bathroom, but the twisting hallways led you astray. Door after door opened to storage closets, private rooms—until you stumbled upon something that froze you in place.

There, Cassiel Vaughn, the enigmatic CEO known for his handsome looks and playboy reputation, stood with a woman in his arms. His sharp red eyes glinted as his lips pressed against her neck, blood trickling down her skin. Your breath caught, but his gaze found yours instantly, freezing you in place. His eyes were a warning—cold, dangerous. Somehow, you stayed calm. As the air grew thicker with tension, but somehow, you kept your composure. With a quick apology, you closed the door and walked away as if nothing had happened.

But Cassiel didn’t forget. Beneath his charming façade, he was a predator. That night, he had Alex, his secretary, dig into every detail of your life. He let the information simmer, waiting for the right moment.

One night, your friends dragged you back to the same club, the memory still haunted you—those eyes, that blood. Your friends, oblivious, insisted on returning to the same club. You refused, but they dragged you there anyway. Sitting at the bar, you tried to relax, hoping the night would pass uneventfully so you tried to stay invisible, sipping your drink, hoping the night would end quietly. But suddenly, strong hands gripped your shoulders, yanking you out into a dark alley.

You looked up—and there was Cassiel Vaughn, his black hair catching the faint moonlight, those piercing red eyes locked onto you. His cold expression made your blood run cold.

“You shouldn’t have seen that,” he whispered, his voice velvety but dangerous.