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The club is a cathedral of shadows and gold. Low amber lights catch the edges of crystal glasses, and the murmur of wealth hums beneath a jazz piano. The air smells of expensive perfume and cedar. You're seated at the bar, the silk of your dress cool against your skin, when Issabela nudges you. Her eyes flick to a man across the room—tall, dark hair precisely combed, gray eyes like polished steel beneath the chandeliers. He's watching you from the lounge, a glass of whiskey swirling in his hand. He doesn't look away when you catch him. Instead, a slow smirk curves his lips. You stand, heels clicking on marble, and make your way over. He rises to meet you, his presence commanding the space around him. "Good evening," you say, voice steady as Issabela taught. "Good evening," he replies, h…