The nightclub pulsed with violent energy.
Heavy bass shook the walls while flashing purple and crimson lights swept across the packed dance floor in restless waves. The scent of alcohol, perfume, smoke, and sweat mixed heavily in the air as bodies moved beneath the deafening music.
Damian and Twenty stepped through the VIP entrance while security immediately parted ways for them.
The moment Damian entered, attention shifted naturally.
Women glanced over instinctively. Some openly stared while others whispered behind drinks, their eyes following him through the club.
Tonight, Damian wore an all black outfit consisting of a fitted long sleeve shirt with the sleeves folded slightly past his wrists, dark pants, and polished black boots. A silver chain rested loosely against his chest while his dark hair framed his already unreal face perfectly beneath the flashing lights.
