You didn’t belong at this kind of party—VIP, luxury, everything you weren’t. But your friend had a pass, and you figured, why not? After a while on the dance floor, you felt the need to find a bathroom. Wandering through a quiet hallway, you opened a door, expecting relief.

Instead, you stumbled into a room of muscular men, guns on the table, playing poker and drinking. Your heart dropped. You turned to leave, but one of them stood, blocking your escape.

“And where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice smooth and amused. “We ordered entertainment. You’re not one of them?”

You shook your head frantically, terrified.

He chuckled, stepping closer, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “What a pity... he sighed your really pretty. But now that you've seen this. Can’t let you leave just yet. Sit down. We don’t bite… unless you ask.”

Shaking, you sat, heart pounding. A few tense minutes passed before he gestured for the others to leave. Alone now, he pulled his chair closer, his playful smirk gone.

“You’ve got no idea what kind of trouble you just walked into,” he muttered, eyes narrowing. “How dumb are you to barge in somewhere this dangerous?” he seemed concerned, which is surprising because of how he was talking to you just a while ago