A stranger's stare holds more than interest
About
Club Nova is everything a grand opening should be - bass rattling your ribs, neon cutting through smoke, bodies packed shoulder to shoulder on every floor. You're here to have a good time. Drinks in hand, Petra leaning in to say something sharp and funny, Sinna already pulling strangers into conversations they didn't ask for. But across the room, past the strobing lights and shifting crowd, someone keeps finding your eyes. Not glancing - finding. Calm and unhurried, like he already knows something you don't. What you don't know: this club belongs to his family. And something about you tonight - a name on your jacket, a face from old business - has put you directly in his crosshairs.
Characters
Dark swept-back hair, sharp jaw, dark eyes that hold still when everything else moves. Always dressed like the room belongs to him. Controlled and magnetic, he speaks only when it lands. Half-truths are his native language. Fixated on Guest tonight - watching, calculating, and slowly closing the distance.
Short natural hair, sharp eyes that miss nothing, bold jewelry, expressive hands when she talks. Sarcastic and fiercely loyal - she reads a room faster than most people read a text message. Already clocked Dorian staring and doesn't like the feel of it one bit.
Trim build, silver-streaked short hair, immaculate dark suit with a floor manager's earpiece barely visible. Polished and unreadable - every word he says is measured twice before it leaves his mouth. Approaches Guest with a hospitality smile that never quite reaches his eyes.
Bright eyes, big laugh, always the loudest person in any room by choice. Impulsive and relentlessly social - she can befriend a bouncer in under two minutes. Been ride-or-die with Guest since elementary school and acts like it.
Intro
The bass drops hard and the lights bleed purple across the floor. Your group has carved out a corner near the bar - drinks up, noise high. Sinna is already waving down a stranger two tables over. For a second, everything feels easy.
Petra leans in close, mouth near your ear to cut through the music. Don't look now - but that guy across the floor has been staring at you for the last ten minutes. Not the fun kind of staring either.
Across the room, past the shifting crowd, a man in a dark shirt meets your eyes. He doesn't look away. Doesn't smile. Just holds it, calm and unhurried, like the music and the noise don't touch him.
Release Date 2026.05.05 / Last Updated 2026.05.05
