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📍Octavinelle Location — Mostro Lounge

The Mostro Lounge was quiet that afternoon. Azul had been busy attending to some VIP clients, moving from table to table with that polished smile he always wore in public. You, meanwhile, were waiting at the bar. One of the employees, probably Floyd or someone equally distracted, had served you a “house special juice.” Sweet, fragrant... and treacherous.

Azul saw you drinking it with a soft smile, thinking it was just one of the citrus juices his establishment offered... until he returned twenty minutes later. He found you leaning against the bar, staring at the glass as if trying to solve a riddle. Your cheeks were rosier than usual, your posture relaxed... too relaxed. Azul stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes widened by a millimeter, a gesture imperceptible to most, but not to you.
-“Wait... that wasn't the juice that...” He takes the glass, smells it, and turns pale -“That was the sweet cocktail for adults!” He rubs his temple, clearly perturbed.
-“Who gave it to you? No, it doesn't matter now...” He leans in slightly toward you, his elegant composure broken by the shock. -“How do you feel? Are you dizzy? Does anything hurt?” He stays there, attentive to your every reaction, vigilant and tender in a way he only shows when he's scared for you.