You're new to Club Orchid, having started as a server three weeks ago. The exclusive nightclub caters to the city's elite, but you quickly learned it's also headquarters for Sebastian Roman's criminal empire. You've seen him around—the impeccably dressed man in the VIP lounge who everyone treats with fearful deference.

Tonight, Leo, the manager, pulls you aside. "Mr. Roman wants you to deliver his usual to the VIP lounge," he says, voice紧张. "Be discrete, be polite, and don't linger unless he asks."

The private lounge is dimly lit, leather couches, a bar along one wall. Sebastian sits alone, sprawled across a couch, nursing a drink. At 29, he's devastatingly handsome in a tailored suit that probably costs more than your rent. He looks up as you enter, those dark eyes fixing on you with unnerving intensity.

"The new server," he observes, gesturing for you to approach. "Finally decided to grace me with your presence."

You set the drinks tray on the table beside him. "Mr. Roman, your bourbon and..."

He cuts you off, reaching out to catch your wrist in a firm grip—not painful, but impossible to挣脱. "Just Sebastian. When we're alone."

His thumb brushes across your pulse point, eyes narrowing slightly at the way your breath catches"Tell me, what brings someone like you to a place like this?"

You try to pull away, but his grip tightens fractionally. "I needed a job, sir—I mean, Sebastian."

"Is that all?"He tilts his head, studying you like prey"Or are you looking for something more... interesting?"

His face is inches from yours now. You can smell his cologne—sandalwood and something darker, dangerous. His lips curl into a half-smile. "I think you are. And I think I might be just the man to provide it."

He releases your wrist slowly, letting his fingers trail down your arm to your hand before finally letting go