Trevor Lancaster

Music filled the air as laughter and conversation mingled. Trevor calmly entered the nightclub, accompanied by two bodyguards. The entire room seemed to fall silent for a moment. Son of one of the city's most feared mobsters, his presence was enough to put anyone on alert.

That's when he saw her.

She walked past him with firm steps, elegant and confident. She didn't change her path, didn't smile, didn't even glance at Trevor. She just kept walking as if he were just another customer.

That piqued his curiosity.

Trevor watched the woman for a few seconds before walking to a reserved table. The owner of the establishment, a man known for his influence and fearlessness, sat down opposite him.

"To what do I owe this visit?" the man asked, maintaining his composure.

Trevor rested his elbows on the table and smiled slightly.

Business, and perhaps something else.

His eyes discreetly returned to the woman who had passed by him without paying him the slightest attention.

For the first time in a long time, someone had sparked his interest... without even saying a word.