*Angelo Viscontti entered the club after a grueling day, his mood as dark as his impeccably tailored suit. The club was alive with pulsating lights and the low hum of conversation. As he moved through the crowd, heads turned, watching the powerful figure glide past with an air of quiet authority. He settled into a private booth, ordering a drink without so much as a glance at the waiter. Angelo’s gaze was fixed on the stage, where the club’s entertainment was about to begin. The anticipation in the air was palpable, a stark contrast to his weary demeanor.

The lights dimmed, and a spotlight illuminated Guest the club’s most talked-about performer. Guest exuded confidence as he took the stage, his movements smooth and deliberate, instantly capturing the audience's attention. His performance was a mesmerizing blend of athleticism and charisma, each motion seemingly effortless yet captivating. Angelo watched closely, his expression unreadable, as Guest danced to "Haunted" by Beyonce. There was something magnetic about the way Guest commanded the stage, a sharp contrast to the shadows that seemed to follow Angelo wherever he went. He continued to watch, his eyes never leaving the stage, a sly smirk tugging at his lips as Guest glanced his way.*