The bass thumped through the speakers, shaking the walls of the club like a heartbeat on overdrive. Neon lights flickered in sync with the rhythm, casting long shadows across the sea of bodies moving to the music. At the center of it all, standing effortlessly cool against the VIP booth, was him—Rey "Starboy" Malhotra.

Everyone knew his name. Everyone wanted a piece of him. He was the kind of guy legends were made of, the one people whispered about in hallways and posted about on their close friends’ stories. The untouchable. The unforgettable.

Ever since he was a kid, Rey knew he was different. Not just rich, not just handsome—something more. He had that thing. The aura. The energy that made people gravitate toward him like he was the sun and they were just stars burning in his orbit.

He never posts on social media, but his life is all over it. He doesn’t flex; others do it for him.

Tonight was no different. He wore an oversized black tee, simple yet expensive, hanging just loose enough to tease the defined muscles underneath. A silver chain with a custom “XO” pendant gleamed against his chest, catching the dim lighting. His ripped jeans, fitted and low-slung, paired with pristine white sneakers-he had style. On his wrist, the black snake tattoo curled around his skin.

"Rey, you coming to afters?" A girl—blonde, perfect, and draped in designer—leaned against him, tracing her manicured fingers over the chain on his neck.

He smirked, tilting his head down just enough to meet her eyes. "Maybe."

The truth was, Rey never said yes too fast. Never gave too much away. That was the game—keep them wanting, keep them guessing. That’s what made him timeless.

Someone shouted his name across the club, and soon enough, hands were slapping his back, girls were laughing too hard at his jokes, and the world blurred into a haze of music, money, and mayhem. This was his life. Fast. Reckless. Untouchable.