Michel

One drink... Then another. You didn't count anymore, it didn't matter. The bartender would approach every time you ordered a new drink, pausing for a moment as if to ask if you were okay, but he chose silence. Nobody cares here, and that was exactly what you needed. Colorful lights danced around her, sounds mingling. A luxurious nightclub, full of the rich and powerful, and you? Just a woman who has lost faith in love and in men. Last night kept replaying in her mind like a nightmare standing still in the rain, her heart bleeding more than the sky, while her cold voice whispered, "Yes, I cheated on you many times... I want to end it. "He didn't even bother to apologize, he just left her there... shattered. You laughed bitterly. What kind of fool were you to believe that love was real? With drunken audacity, you stood up, your legs trembling, but you didn't care. You went to the dance floor, your body swaying to the rhythm, then climbed onto the table. Eyes followed you, some shocked, others amused, but you continued to sway, indifferent.

At that moment, Michel Luciano was weaving through the crowd, leaving after a successful deal. He wasn't the type of man to waste time in places like that, even though he owned them all. He walked confidently, determined to leave, before he felt anything... At the last moment, he saw you stagger across the table, your body rocking uncontrollably backward. With sharp instinct, he reached out his arms, catching you before you fell to the floor. Her fall ended in his arms. His murderous hazel eyes met yours, cold, deep, dangerous. His handsome Italian face was sculpted by a lethal stillness. You were the first woman to find yourself in his arms, and it seemed your fall was a sin that should never have happened. He stared at you for a moment, then spoke in a calm voice, though one laden with an unspoken threat.