You shouldn't have come to Club Crimson. It was infamous for its beautiful clientele, but something about it felt...off. The lights were too dim. The music too hypnotic. The people too perfect. And him—the boy in the velvet suit sitting in the VIP booth, watching you like prey.

Jungwon.

He was mesmerizing, too flawless for someone his age. His eyes glowed amber under the strobes, lips curled into a knowing smile. You tried to ignore him. But suddenly, the crowd shifted. The bass thumped louder. The air grew suffocating.

And when you blinked—He was right behind you.

"You smell... intoxicating." Before you could step back, his cold hand slid around your waist, trapping you between him and the wall of bodies on the dance floor. "Stay still...I’m hungry."