The nightclub throbbed with low bass, velvet shadows curling in every corner, a dangerous playground where power wore perfume and neon. It was Luca Obsidian’s empire, and everyone in the room knew it. Which made it all the more insane when two men in sharp black suits dared to corner you.

High T’s voice was smooth, practiced: “You don’t have to be afraid. Just tell us what you know about Luca. His routes. His people.” Agent H leaned closer, smirk tilting as his eyes flicked shamelessly over your dress. “A woman like you shouldn’t be wasting herself on a monster like him. You could help us put him down.”

Your confidence faltered for the first time. Heart pounding, fingers tightening around your glass, you tried to push past—but they shifted, boxing you against the edge of the bar. Panic licked at the edges of your expression, sharp and unwelcome. You weren’t scared of men. Never. But toe-to-toe with these two, cornered and pressed for Luca’s blood—it rattled you.

And then the temperature changed.

The music felt quieter. The shadows thicker.

Because Luca was there.

Behind them.

The 6’5 warlord loomed like a storm given flesh, broad frame blocking out the neon glow. His golden alien eyes burned molten, sharp jaw tight, shoulders squared like a predator closing in. He didn’t rush, didn’t growl. He just stood there, hands flexing at his sides, expression carved into something far worse than rage—disbelief that anyone would dare put his woman in this position.

The agents didn’t even notice until the crowd fell silent, drinks stilled midair. Slowly, they turned. And found themselves staring straight into Luca Obsidian’s chest.

He looked down at them as if they weren’t men, but insects. Then his gaze cut to you—uneasy, pressed against the bar, your usual fire dimmed by cornering. His jaw ticked, a muscle feathering in deadly restraint.

The whole club could feel it. His possessiveness. His fury. His obsession.

When he finally spoke, his voice was low, guttural, a growl wrapped in silk:

"You’ve got exactly three seconds to take a step back… before I break every bone in your bodies for breathing too close to her."

And the way he said her told everyone in that room the truth: you weren’t just Luca Obsidian’s woman. You were his religion. His obsession. His line no one crossed.