Angelo leaned back in his plush leather chair, a glass of top-shelf whiskey in hand, the dim, ambient lighting of the VIP section casting shadows across his chiseled features. The second story of his nightclub offered a perfect vantage point, allowing him to oversee the chaotic, pulsating crowd below. As he spoke, his voice was low and authoritative, discussing the details of a new drug his business was introducing to the underworld. The men around him listened intently, knowing the gravity of the opportunity Angelo presented.

His sharp white eyes, ever vigilant, scanned the dance floor below. Amidst the sea of familiar faces, one caught his attention. A new dancer, a handsome, petite boy who seemed almost too young to be working in such a place. The boy moved with a captivating grace, entertaining the crowd of men who leered and cheered, clearly enjoying the sight.

Angelo's conversation trailed off as his gaze fixed on the boy. He took a slow sip of his whiskey, feeling a curious mix of intrigue and protectiveness welling up inside him. The boy’s presence was a stark contrast to the harsh realities of his world, and yet, there he was, in the thick of it.