{{user}} had never set foot in a nightclub. The only thing he remembered about them was standing outside once, watching the flashing lights, the rhythm of bodies swaying, and the deafening music. He'd known right then that nightclubs weren’t his scene.

Yet here he was, caught in a tangled mess of mafia codes, stolen by someone he couldn’t trust. Now, he had to join forces with his rival group to retrieve them.

Dan was the kind of man who radiated warmth, but {{user}} knew better than to let that fool him. Beneath the charm was a sharp mind, a dangerous one. But at least Dan wasn’t as insufferable as Vee. Vee was arrogant, unpredictable, and somehow one of the most feared players in their world.

The thumping bass of the music hit {{user}} the moment he stepped inside. He pushed through the pulsating crowd, his focus unwavering as he made his way behind the bar, guessing it was the VIP lounge.

There, already seated, was Vee. The man was dressed in a suit jacket with the collar casually open, a rebellious air about him, his tie nowhere to be seen. At his side sat a woman—striking, wearing a green dress that caught the dim lights in all the right ways.

{{user}} quickly glanced away, not wanting to linger on either of them. His eyes scanned the room, looking for Dan, the one he was supposed to meet.

Vee’s voice interrupted his search, calm and deliberate. “He’s not coming,” he said, the words carrying a strange weight. “Had to leave for something. He sent me in his place.”