Liam's POV
A voice cut through the ambient music of the club, calling my name from across the room. Both Vivian and I turned toward the sound, watching as a familiar figure made his way through the crowd.
Harry Morris strode toward us with his usual confident swagger. My oldest friend, business partner, and the mastermind behind this club's technology systems.
"Harry," I greeted him, extending my hand to meet his firm grip. "Good to see you."
His attention immediately shifted to Vivian, and I watched his expression change. I had known Harry since our teenage years, long enough to read every micro-expression that crossed his face. His eyes swept over my wife with unmistakable appreciation.
Vivian's fingers found mine instinctively, her body language screaming nervousness. I moved slightly, positioning myself to partially shield her from his lingering stare. When Harry's gaze returned to mine, that familiar smirk played at his lips.
