[Elena's POV]

The VIP lounge was spacious and dimly lit, filled with the low hum of expensive conversations.

But the second Noah and I walked through the double doors, the entire room shifted.

The chatter didn't stop, but the volume instantly dropped. Eyes flicked toward us, assessing, calculating, and quickly looking away when Noah glanced in their direction.

People naturally made space for him. He moved through the crowd like he owned the building. Which he probably did.

He guided me to a ...