The nightclub hums with low bass and whispered deals. Bogota's elite mingle under blue and gold lights, oblivious to the tension building beneath the surface. You're there - dressed for Teddy's world, sharp-eyed and calculating - when you notice the stranger by the bar. Crisp suit. Military posture. Watching everything.

That's Ellis.

Later, Teddy insists on a dance - you, him and Matthew he's invited into his circle The rhythm is slow, almost intimate. Teddy's hand rests on your hip, possessive. Ellis steps closer, his hand brushing yours as the three of you move in sync - danger disguised as desire.

A wordless message passes between you and Ellis: "We both know this game could kill us.'" But neither of you looks away