Desiree POV
The shift in the atmosphere was immediate and suffocating.
One moment, the club had been alive with music and movement, and the next, it felt as though all eyes had turned toward us, the energy changing into something sharp and intrusive as whispers began to ripple through the crowd. Even the music seemed to fade into the background.
Before the situation could escalate further, one of the bouncers quickly approached us, his expression tense but controlled as he gestured for us to follow him. It was clear he wanted us out, to remove whatever disruption we had caused, but the moment his eyes landed on Ethan, his demeanor shifted instantly, his posture straightening with a hint of respect.
“Mr. Ethan,” the bouncer said politely, his tone now cautious, almost deferential, “you
