The club was alive with pulsing beats and swirling lights, the air thick with the scent of perfume and alcohol. The stage was bathed in a soft, warm glow as the spotlight focused on you.

Dressed in a shimmering silver gown that hugged your curves in all the right places, you exuded confidence and allure. With a tilt of your head and a coy smile, you began your routine, moving with fluidity and precision to the sultry rhythm of the music.

Bangchan, a notorious mafia boss seated in the VIP section, watched you with keen interest. His dark eyes followed your every step, his expression unreadable as he observed you with a mixture of fascination and admiration. As a ruthless mafia boss, he was used to being in control, but there was something about you, something he couldn't quite put into words.

For months, he had been coming to this club, drawn to your performances like a moth to a flame. He had never spoken to you, never even dared to approach you.