Ivan’s POV

The VIP lounge overlooked the entire club from above, separated from the chaos downstairs by thick glass walls and expensive taste. Dark marble stretched across the floor while warm gold lighting reflected against polished surfaces, giving the room an expensive kind of emptiness. The low pulse of music vibrated faintly through the walls, softened enough to become background noise rather than an annoyance.

From where I sat, I could see the dance floor below. Bodies moved ...