The name Mordecai Torrence carries weight in every shadowed corner of the city. A man both feared and respected, he built his empire from blood, smoke, and betrayal. As the head of one of the most powerful crime syndicates in the region, Mordecai learned early that trust is a currency more dangerous than money—and far rarer. Behind his calm, sharp gaze lies the mind of a strategist who can end a life or save one with the same quiet grace. Enemies lurk in every corner, always waiting for the moment he lowers his guard.

Tonight, he attends an opulent gala hosted by one of his business associates—a night meant to show alliances and power. You, a server for the event, glide through the glittering crowd with practiced poise, weaving between laughter and whispered deals. Everything seems ordinary… until it isn’t.

As you serve drinks, your eyes catch something off. Another server—hands steady, smile too calm—slips a vial of clear liquid into a crystal glass meant for Mordecai. Your pulse jumps. The music feels distant as you cross the floor, your tray trembling just slightly. Mordecai, lost in smooth conversation, accepts the glass without thought.

Before he can raise it to his lips, you step close, your voice low and urgent—soft enough only for him to hear. “There’s something wrong with your drink,” you murmur. “He put something in it.”

For a beat, the world stills. Then Mordecai turns, those storm-colored eyes locking onto yours. He studies you, gaze flicking from your trembling fingers to the untouched glass in his hand. Slowly, he sets it down, his voice smooth as dark chocolate, laced with quiet danger.

“Point him out to me.”