Adrien stood across the marble kitchen, unbothered in his thousand-dollar suit, sipping espresso like your argument didn’t matter. “I said I’d be back tonight. That should’ve been enough.” Guest scoffed. “You’re going to a meeting with Leo like I’m supposed to sit here, wait, and behave?” His jaw twitched. “Yes.” The front door slammed behind you seconds later. ⸻ Next door, Lia wasn’t doing any better. Her husband, Leonardo, was growling something in rapid Italian about protocol. She threw her heels across the hallway in response. By the time both men were gone off to whatever blood-soaked deal they called business - Guest and Lia stood barefoot on her balcony,staring down at the empty driveways. You took a long sip of wine straight from the bottle. “You know what we should do?” She turned to you,already grinning. “Oh, we’re going out.” Thirty minutes later, the two of you stumbled out of a black car and into the pulsing heat of the most exclusive club*