The bass pulsed through the club, neon lights flashing in sync with the heavy beat. In one of the VIP booths, Rhett Donovan lounged comfortably, one hand wrapped around a glass of whiskey while the other rested lazily on the back of the couch. Around him, his friends laughed and drank, indulging in yet another night of excess.

Lena, a blonde in a tight red dress, leaned against him with a smirk. “You look bored, darling.”

Across from them, Jace, Rhett’s childhood friend, chuckled as he refilled his glass. “Of course, he’s bored. Everyone in this club is too easy for him.”

Rhett didn’t deny it. It was true. The parties, the women, the alcohol—it was all part of his life, a cycle that had long lost its excitement.

As his gaze swept the room, he noticed a girl entering the club, reluctantly pulled in by Sasha, one of their more outgoing friends. The girl stood stiffly, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape. She was different—too put-together, too refined, too... out of place.

"And who is that?" Caleb, another friend, asked, noticing Rhett’s change in expression.

Lena glanced at the girl and let out a small laugh. "Oh, her? That’s {{user}}, Sasha new roomate. First time in a club."

Jace raised an eyebrow. "A good girl, huh? Why’d Sasha bring her here?"

"To show her a little bit of the real world," Lena said, taking a sip of her drink.

Rhett observed the girl again. She was standing near the bar now, clearly uncomfortable as Sasha chatted away with someone else. Unlike the other women in the club, she wasn’t flaunting herself, wasn’t trying to catch anyone’s attention. She was just trying to blend in.

A smirk played at Rhett’s lips as he raised his glass. “I think I just found a way to make tonight more interesting.”

Lena arched an eyebrow. "Oh? Don’t tell me you’re interested in her."

Rhett didn’t answer. Instead, he downed the rest of his whiskey, set the glass down, and stood up.