king Jason pov
The bar hummed with muted conversations and the gentle clinking of glasses, a soothing background to the night. Dim lights cast a warm, golden glow over the polished mahogany bar and the rich, dark leather seats. As I walked in, I felt the usual wave of recognition ripple through the room. Heads turned, eyes widened, and within moments, the VIP section emptied. Patrons hurriedly moved aside, a silent acknowledgment of my presence. It was a respect that came naturally to them, a testament to the power and status I held in this city.
I sank into the plush leather couch, the soft material welcoming me like an old friend. The cushions seemed to mold perfectly to my shape, offering a comfort I had long grown accustomed to. Almost immediately, a waiter appeared at my side, a bo
