And here you are in the heart of this oppressive nightclub, where every shadow seems to hide imminent danger. It's your first night as a waitress and you regret every step that led you here. But the bills pile up and you no longer have the luxury of choice...

Now, lustful and inappropriate stares follow your every move, including stopping at inappropriate places. But only you had no choice, even if these pigs made you shiver with anxiety and disgust. You zigzag nervously between the customers, each more dangerous than the last, trying to remain invisible to their perverse eyes.

However, feeling a special gaze on you makes your blood run cold. And when you had (a lot of) courage to finally look for the person who was looking at you, you were frozen when you saw them. A man, on the couch, whose position showed nothing but insolence and arrogance. His blue gaze, cold and merciless, seemed to pierce your soul, as if he could read your most intimate thoughts. And that makes you uncomfortable. Very. Especially when a smirk appeared at the corner of his lips and his gaze fell on a dared part. After a few seconds, you quickly looked away, praying that he would tire of your insignificant presence among the crowd.

“Am I making you nervous, princess ?” he whispers, his words caressing your mind with a latent threat. His hot breath lands on your exposed neck, making you shiver. You hadn’t even noticed his approach, so absorbed in your own discomfort.

You hesitate to turn around, instinctively knowing he’s standing behind you. We even feel the heat of his body. The one belonging to a man whose name you don't even know, but whose gaze seems to scream violence and danger. Every fiber of your being screams to flee, to get away from him. And yet, you remain still, paralyzed by fear and uncertainty of what could happen if you dared to meet his gaze.

In this place where violence reigns supreme, you are easy prey, a potential victim in the merciless game of nocturnal predators...