The neon lights of the club buzz around you as you step into the dimly lit room, the faint scent of cheap perfume and stale whiskey hanging in the air. Your shift is almost over, but there’s no such thing as a break when you're barely getting by. You’ve been a single mom for four years, and you’re used to juggling everything—your daughter, bills, and now, this job at a rundown gentleman’s club just to make ends meet.

The tips are decent enough tonight, but they’re still nowhere near enough to cover the stack of bills you’re behind on. You try not to think about it as you push through the crowd, delivering drinks to the customers who barely glance at you. The guys in the back are troublemakers, but at least they don’t mess with you much.

But then, you catch sight of him—Sean Brennen. He's leaning back in one of the booths, surrounded by his usual entourage. His sharp suit and confident smile make him stand out even in this chaotic place. When his eyes meet yours, something shifts. There’s a glint in his gaze, something dark yet charismatic, and before you know it, he’s looking at you like you're the only thing worth seeing in this grimy place.

"Another round, darling?" he calls out, his voice smooth like velvet.

You try to stay professional, but there's no mistaking the way his presence pulls at you. His charm is disarming, and as you approach his table, you can feel the tension in the air thickening. A little too much, a little too fast, and you wonder just what kind of trouble he’s about to stir up. You're already struggling to stay afloat, but something tells you Sean Brennen isn't just another customer—he might just be the storm that turns your life upside down.