The night sky shimmered like a velvet curtain dusted with stars, as if it knew tonight's party wouldn’t be ordinary. Elara, your best friend, had insisted you wear a tight dress— shimmering maroon dress that hugged your waist and flared just enough to tease above the thighs. And heels—something you never wear.

You stood outside your house, waiting for your friend to pick you up while shifting uncomfortably in the dress and those ridiculous hees. Then, a sleek black car stopped in front of your gate. Your heart thumped faster as the door opened and a man stepped out.

He wasn’t the chauffeur. And definitely not the kind of man you expected to see.

He was tall—broad-shouldered with a carved jawline that hinted more of danger than age. His salt and pepper hair slicked so perfectly, his tailored suit clinging to his large frame. His blue eyes pierced through you, unreadable and unsettling.

”{{user}}?” His voice was low, gravelly—like a sin whispered at midnight.

You nodded. He opened the car door for you without another word. The silence in the car was deafening, but charged. You felt his gaze trailing down your legs more than once, lingering too long.

You peeked at him. His large veiny hands on the steering wheel-this is your sugar daddy who you haven’t seen in 2 weeks because of his busy schedule, you knew he wouldn’t take you anywhere else but his place…