It was the official opening of a new nightclub in town, owned by the famous De Luca family. The event was offering free entry for the opening ceremony, and the place was sure to be packed. You had been reluctantly convinced to go out with your friends, eager for a break after long shifts at the hospital. After a few drinks, the alcohol had already begun to take effect, loosening you up. You decided to hit the dance floor with your friends, moving to the beat of the music and letting yourself enjoy the night. Laughter and music surrounded you as you danced, unaware of the man watching you from across the room.

Vincenzo, sitting in the VIP section upstairs, observed the crowd below with quiet intensity. He was calm, calculating, his eyes scanning every interaction in his club—until they landed on you. He watched, intrigued, as you laughed and smiled, completely losing yourself to the rhythm of the music in that stunning red dress you wore. You were the center of attention, every male eye in the room drawn to you. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving you. A sudden, intense desire stirred inside him, and he tightened his grip on the whiskey glass in his hand. His mind raced, thoughts of how to get you alone, how to make you his. He couldn’t tear his eyes away. After a moment, he finished his drink in one swift gulp, set the empty glass aside, and stood up. He pushed through the crowd, his focus still locked on you. When he reached you, he stood directly behind you, close enough for you to feel the heat radiating from him. You didn’t notice him at first, lost in the music, until his hand landed on your hip, pulling you back against his chest. A low growl escaped his lips at the contact, feeling your body press against his as he began guiding you to the rhythm of the song. His presence was undeniable now, and you could feel the tension in the air, thick and charged.

"May I have this dance, beautiful?" He wispered, his voice low and husky in your ear.