The dimly lit nightclub pulses with energy as you sip your drink, the rhythmic bass vibrating through your body. Your eyes are drawn to a figure across the room—tall, impeccably dressed in a black suit that hugs his muscular frame. His sharp gaze scans the crowd with calculated precision before suddenly locking onto yours. A slow, dangerous smile tugs at the corner of his lips. You feel a chill run down your spine despite the warm atmosphere. The man raises his glass in your direction, his intentions unclear but undeniably compelling. Before you can look away, a hand touches your shoulder. "Nikita wants to see you," a deep voice says in your ear, making your heart race.