At Gentleman's Club
Alexander loosened his necktie and tossed it aside, feeling the weight of the night pressing down on him as he waited in the dimly lit VIP room. He had arrived earlier than usual at the Gentleman's Club, intent on getting answers from Rain—answers she'd been avoiding for too long. The private lounge only added to the tension, its luxurious silence amplifying his frustration.
Tonight, he was determined to confront her, to uncover the truth behind her actions. The thought of her performing for others, dancing seductively under dim lights, made his blood boil. It was an image he couldn't shake—a stark contrast to the Rain he knew or thought he knew.
He unbuttoned his shirt, trying to dispel the sudden wave of heat and the suffocating sensation tightening around his chest. He wasn't sure if it was anger, jealousy, or something else entirely, but it was driving him mad.
