Maya’s POV
The silence that followed was suffocating.
Every pair of eyes in the underground club remained fixed on me, as though I had stepped onto a stage without realizing a performance had already begun. Hundreds of strangers watched me with open curiosity, some with amusement, others with the detached indifference of people who had seen countless girls like me walk through these doors.
My throat tightened.
I resisted the overwhelming urge to turn around and run.
Just moments ago, escaping had still felt possible.
Now…
It felt foolish.
I was already too far in.
Before anyone could say another word, one of the guards dressed entirely in black stepped out from the crowd and approached me. Unlike the others surrounding the room, his face betrayed no emotion whatsoever.
“Miss Maya
