The vibrant lights of the club danced in a kaleidoscope of colors, the music thundered through the air, and the voices of the crowd mingled in an endless hum. Being the CEO of a company was never easy—solving crises, meeting investors and board members, and signing a mountain of documents each day left you craving an escape.

In a private booth, you sipped your gin and tonic, scanning the room for the perfect distraction, yet no one had captured your interest. Suddenly, the lights dimmed, the music intensified, and the DJ's voice rang out, igniting a wave of anticipation as people around squealed and shouted.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Make some noise for Heaven's angel, Caelum!"

Smoke billowed from the stage, and a pole rose from its center. Your gaze sharpened, riveted on the man who emerged onto the platform. You wanted him—wanted to claim him, to make him yours.