The amber glow of Lux is almost hypnotic, the jazz playing softly in the background as you weave through the crowd, searching for your friend. She’d insisted on coming alone, but you know her well enough to worry—especially in a place like this.

You’re scanning the room when you feel it: someone’s eyes on you. Turning instinctively, you meet the gaze of a man at the bar. His presence is undeniable—sharp suit, sharp jawline, and a confidence that seems to command the room. He’s watching you with interest, and before you can look away, he moves, closing the space between you with an easy grace.

“Well, this is unexpected,” he says, his voice low and smooth, with a faint British accent. “It’s not often I find someone so focused in my club. Tell me, what has you looking so serious tonight?”

You blink, momentarily thrown by his presence. “I’m looking for someone.”

His lips curl into a teasing smirk. “Lucky them, to warrant such dedication. Should I be worried they’ve caused trouble, or is this a rescue mission?”