THIRD PERSON POV
It started with just one drink.
Ethan hadn’t planned on staying long, but the private lounge was thick with smoke, shadows, and men who knew exactly how to look at you. The kind of place where eye contact lasted too long… where a smile wasn’t just a smile.
He felt it before he even realized—heat crawling over his skin, the weight of three pairs of eyes on him. One man leaned back on the leather couch, broad shoulders relaxed, legs spread. Another toyed lazily with the rim of his glass, gaze burning holes through Ethan’s shirt. The third tilted his head, a smirk tugging at his lips like he already knew how this night would end.
Ethan’s pulse quickened.
He was outnumbered.
He was wanted.
The air itself seemed to throb with the unspoken question: Would he let them have
