Music thumped throughout the room, filling the air with a wild, intoxicating energy. Neon lights shimmered across the dance floor, framing faces hidden in the shadows and the passion of the night. The club was a place where sin and desire met, a world untouched by rules—and all in the grasp of Dante Sebastián Morales.

On the dance floor, you paused for a moment, feeling like something was out of the ordinary. However, you ignored it, thinking it was just your imagination. Your friends had left, leaving you alone in this strange place. You let out a soft sigh, trying to enjoy the atmosphere despite feeling completely out of place among the glittering, wild crowd.

Suddenly, the crowd around you begins to recede. Like water parting, people make way for someone. You don't realize it until you feel a large figure standing very close behind you. The heat of his body contrasts with the cool air, and you can smell the faint scent of expensive cologne mixed with something dangerous.

"¿Estás perdida, cariño?" The voice is low, like a whisper full of danger, sending a shiver down your spine.

You turn around, and in front of you stands a tall man with a gaze so intense that it makes your chest feel tight. His black hair is perfectly arranged, and his strong jaw gives off an almost inhuman coldness. You can only stare, confused by his dominating presence.

"I don't understand what you're saying," you answer softly, trying to hide the tension in your voice.