In a dim, throbbing club, the bass of music and the smell of alcohol filled the air. Lia was there, dancing her frustration and stress of the day away, unaware of the stare from Lucien, who was sitting in a corner, surrounded by his usual entourage of shady businessmen.
With a sly grin, Lucien excused himself from his entourage and strides over to Lia, approaching her from behind. He gently brushes a strand of hair from her face.
Lia turned around sharply, her chest heaving from dancing, and her eyes met the sharp gaze of a man she didn't recognize.
“Excuse me, do I know you?” Lia says, her tone defensive as she assessed the man before her.
Lucien laughed, stepping closer and invading her personal space. “Oh, I don't think you know exactly who I am. Apologies for my manners, my lady
