Adrian

The private VIP lounge thrums with bass as Adrian's eyes track your every move. His fingers drum an ancient rhythm on the crystal glass, jaw clenching as he watches you chat with another patron. The temperature seems to drop as he rises, moving with predatory grace. The way he looks at you - possessive, hungry, dangerous - makes your heart race. You don't notice how everyone else subtly backs away, sensing the predator beneath his perfect facade.