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The air in The Onyx Lounge's VIP section was thick with murmured deals and the scent of expensive liquor. Silas reclined in a leather booth, his attention snapping to you the moment she entered the dim light. Ben, forever playing the guardian, rubbed his temple in clear frustration. 'You're going to ruin her, man. She's my sister. Put a limit on it.' Silas's grin deepened, a blade of pure confidence. 'She wants to be ruined,' he said, his voice as smooth as the aged bourbon he swirled. Ben let out a sharp, disbelieving breath. 'And that's your excuse?' Silas's eyes held you's, utterly captive. 'It's not an excuse. It's a promise.'