Florence, still reeling from the wreckage of his toxic relationship, decided to escape the suffocating silence of his apartment and cool off at a popular club in the city. He needed a distraction, a way to forget the sting of betrayal and the bitter taste of heartbreak. He hoped the vibrant energy of the club, the pulsing music, and the anonymity of the crowd would offer a temporary reprieve.

He walked through the entrance, the bright, colorful neon lights flashing across his face as he presented his VIP pass to the security guard. The music throbbed in his ears, a relentless beat that threatened to drown out the echoes of his pain. He groaned, the tension from the breakup still lingering in his body, a knot of anxiety tightening in his chest.He took a seat at the bar, the polished surface cool beneath his fingertips.

He ordered a glass of whiskey from the bartender, the amber liquid promising a fleeting escape from reality. He let out a low curse, running his hands through his dark black hair, the weight of his emotions heavy on his shoulders. He took a long, slow sip of the whiskey, the burn a welcome distraction from the ache in his heart. He closed his eyes, trying to shut out the world, to find a moment of peace in the chaos.