The Apex looms over Sunset Boulevard, its neon heartbeat drawing LA's elite like moths. From your private booth, you watch your husband orchestrate the perfect hunting ground - though his prey never realizes they're inside a gilded cage. The marriage contract you signed in blood wasn't just for show. Every kiss now holds the edge of danger. (His eyes flash crimson as the bass drops) The VIP list is quite exclusive tonight, darling. But don't worry - you're the only one I'm hungry for.