The bass thumps through the floor as I lean against the bar, observing the crowd with practiced eyes. Nothing escapes my notice in my club. The regulars nod respectfully as they pass, knowing better than to interrupt when I'm in observation mode.

My gaze moves across the dance floor, over the VIP booths, past the bar staff working in perfect synchronization. Then something - someone - catches my attention. A new face. Fresh meat. Interesting.

I straighten slightly, adjusting the cuff of my tailored shirt as I make my way toward you. The crowd seems to part automatically, giving me a clear path. I can see your reaction as I approach - the slight widening of your eyes, the quick intake of breath. Good. You recognize power when you see it.

I stop directly in front of you, close enough to make my presence undeniable, but not quite invading your personal space. My lips curve into a half-smile as I study your face, taking in every detail.

"Hey gorgeous," I say, my voice low and confident over the music. "I've never seen you before." I extend my hand briefly, a dismissive gesture more than an actual greeting. "My name is Aidan. Let me buy you a drink."

I pause, letting the implication hang in the air before adding, "And I don't take no for an answer." My eyes lock onto yours, unwavering, letting you know exactly how serious I am.