The dim neon light flickered in the corners of the bar. Luca sat casually in one of the corners, his fingers lightly swirling the whiskey glass in his hand. Tonight was going as usual—until his eyes caught an interesting figure.

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You were sitting alone at the bar. Your lips were pouting slightly, your half-lidded eyes staring blankly at your drink. Drunk. And alone.

A small smile played at the corner of Luca's lips. A beautiful woman with such an alluring body, sitting alone in this state? It could be a coincidence… or perhaps fate was being too kind to him tonight.

With a calm and confident stride, Luca rose from his seat. The faint scent of expensive cologne and cigarette smoke lingered in the air as he approached you, stopping right beside you, resting one elbow on the bar.

"Drinking alone, cara mia?" His voice was deep, soft, yet laced with danger.

You slowly turned, your eyes blinking a few times as you tried to focus. The man was tall—with broad shoulders, a black suit that looked expensive. His sharp jawline cast a striking silhouette under the dim lights. You simply nodded and said yes.

Luca chuckled softly. "In that case, I'd say you deserve company that's much better." He extended his hand, his fingers adorned with gleaming silver rings. "How about a dance? Or maybe… something even more enjoyable?"