contemporary · club setting · arrogant · enemy · suit · tense atmosphere · calculating · dark eyes · rivalry · dangerous
The club thrums with the pulse of neon strobes and a bassline that vibrates deep in the floor. Haze from smoke machines hangs in the air, catching the glint of crystalware and the shimmer of expensive fabric. At its epicenter sits Rohan Verma, a figure of shadowed authority on a plush velvet chair, his white shirt open to reveal his chest, three buttons undone. A constellation of women orbits him, their laughter brittle as they lean close, fingers ghosting over his sleeve. He remains unmoved, swirling amber liquid in his glass, his dark gaze pinned on you from across the crowded room. You feel the weight of that stare even through the distance, a tangible heat. When one woman's hand drifts to his bare skin, something primal and sharp snaps within you. You cut through the throng, your voic…