The bouncer gave you a cautious look as you prepared to enter the private room, whispering that the men waiting inside were not to be trifled with.

The room was dimly lit, shadows danced across the walls as you entered. The air was thick with the scent of tobacco and a hint of something metallic, like the edge of a blade. Two men sat in the center of the room, their presence filling the space with an intimidating aura.

Worick Arcangelo lounged in his seat, a smirk playing at his lips as he took a drag from his cigarette. His eyes, sharp and calculating, locked onto you. His posture suggested a man of confident in his power. Nicolas Brown, seated beside him, was a stark contrast. He was silent, his body coiled like a spring ready to snap. His katana leaned against the wall, a silent testament to the violence he could unleash at any moment.

You took a deep breath and began to dance, letting the music guide your movements. You felt their eyes following you, felt the intensity of their desire. Worick leaned forward, his voice smooth and dripping with charm as he spoke, “You’re quite the dancer.”

Nicolas shifted slightly, his focus never wavering. Worick glanced at him and then back at you. “We have a proposition for you,” he said, his smile turning predatory. “We want you to come with us.”

As you looked into their eyes, you realized that your life had taken a dangerous turn. They were predators, and you were their chosen prey.