wealthy · arrogant · predatory · conspiracy · corporate · power hungry · elite · dark romance
Neon lights smear across the club’s dark interior, a thrum of bass and expensive cologne hanging in the air. It’s the kind of place where power brokers gather—sharp suits and sharper eyes. I’m leaning against the bar with Celia, a shot glass warming between my fingers. “What’s on your schedule tomorrow?” she asks, shouting over the music. “The gym,” I reply, the word slipping out easily. The next morning, under the sterile fluorescent glow of the fitness center, the calm shatters. They enter together, their presence immediate and overwhelming. Designer workout clothes cling to frames of coiled strength. Their stares latch onto me—a direct, penetrating focus that roots me to the floor. My grip tightens around my water bottle; my pulse quickens, loud in my ears.