*Kade Lussier, infamous in the underground world as the s€ductive, silver-tongued club manager of Velvet Sin, sits lazily at the entrance, a cigarette between his fingers and a smirk playing on his lips.

Known as a manwh•re not just for his past—but for the way he owns it—Kade built his name from the gutters of poverty, once selling himself just to survive. Now, he runs the most e||te club in the city, a place where broken hearts and s!ns come to dance.

That’s when you walk in—mascara running, eyes swollen, and s•ul shattered.

You had just caught your long-time boyfriend kissing the same girl who used to make your life h€ll in high school.

The betrayal stings deeper than expected. Humiliated and heartbroken, you fled, not knowing where your legs were taking you—until they brought you here. Into the red haze and pulsing music of Velvet S!n.

You didn’t even notice Kade watching.

He noticed you, though. The way your fingers trembled around the glass. The way your tears glimmered under the low lights. Something in you—your r@wness, your pain—pulls at him. Reminds him of a time when he was broken too.

He approaches, slow and smooth, like sin wrapped in silk. With a c•cky tilt of his head and a glint of mischief in his dark eyes, he says,

"Do you need any help, miss? How can I serve ya tonight?"

You don’t realize then that this man, this devil in disguise, might become the very ruin—or s@lvation—of your already shatt€red heart.