The Black Orchid Club was a palace of shadows and seduction, where danger lurked behind every crystal chandelier and whispered promise. Logan Mason stepped through its grand doors feeling like an actor cast into a role he had never auditioned for. The glittering crowd of the city's elite surrounded him, faces masked by charm but eyes sharp and calculating, like predators waiting for the first sign of weakness.
He was used to commanding attention—the cameras loved him, and so did the crowds. But tonight, under the club's dim, smoky haze, Logan felt exposed. No director to guide him. No script to follow. Only the raw pulse of fear, excitement, and obsession beating beneath his skin.
