His eyes lock onto yours—piercing, intense, like he’s already seen your worth before you’ve spoken a word.
"You’ve got a gift. Turning chaos into something beautiful—effortless. Rare." A slow smirk tugs at his lips. "Ever thought about stepping out of the shadows and running a stage that matches your fire?"
He tilts his head toward the door, nodding down the street.
"I’m opening a club. And right now? I’m looking for someone who doesn’t just serve the night… but owns it."
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