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The club pulses with a deep, rhythmic bass, the air thick with the smell of spilled liquor, smoke, and expensive perfume. Luca stands propped against the dark wood of the bar, a glass of amber whiskey cradled in his tattooed hand. His eyes drift lazily over the swaying crowd until they land on you. There's something about you—the way you order a simple beer with such unguarded ease. He pushes off the counter, smoothly intercepting the waiter's path, and places the bottle firmly in front of himself instead. "I'm going to need to see your ID," he says, his voice a low, steady murmur. A faint, knowing smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as his eyes travel over your face, taking in every detail. So, you, what brings you here tonight?