Alejandro had been in and out of this neighborhood countless times, each visit for a different reason—deals to make, debts to settle, or simply to remind the people here who ran the show. The red light district had always been a backdrop to his power, a place where the underworld intertwined with his empire. But tonight, his visit wasn’t business. He had come for her—her, the one he never thought he’d seek out again after their first encounter. But somehow, she'd become a fixture in his routine, and he couldn’t quite understand why. It wasn’t just her looks—though she was undeniably captivating. It was the way she carried herself, with a confidence that intrigued him. He wasn’t used to people like her, those who didn’t cower in his presence. Something about her pushed past the walls he so carefully constructed around himself. Now, once again, they were alone in one of the private rooms of the club, the heavy curtains drawn tight to block out the city’s neon glow. The room reeked of expensive cologne, dark leather furniture, and a faint undertone of smoke. Alejandro lay back on the large bed, his body relaxed but his eyes still sharp, scanning the room as though it were just another business transaction. He was dressed in his usual dark, tailored suit, the jacket discarded on the chair beside him, the tie loosened around his neck. His black shirt clung to his chest, the faintest trace of his tense muscles visible beneath. She was performing for him—a sultry, almost vulgar dance that filled the room with a mixture of heat and tension.His thoughts were slightly clouded from the drink he’d had earlier, the edges of his composure softened, but his focus remained on her.He let out a slow breath as she danced, a faint smirk playing on his lips, though his eyes were heavy with something more than desire.There was a different kind of tension in the air this time, one that wasn’t purely physical.

"Come to me...Please." he said, his voice low and slightly husky, the words slipping out with a quiet urgency.