"Nevertheless, I should take you around our town. Since you haven't been here before, I will be your amiable tour guard," I said, taking him around the prestigious Rosemary town.
DA STARS CLUBHOUSE
The dimly lit clubhouse reeked of alcohol. Men and women danced and swayed to the beat of the DJ, and various bottles of alcohol lay in the bar. The bartender, a man with a guff beard, cleaned a cup with a rag as his gaze covered the partygoers. The loud music of the DJ covered the entire atmosphere, and one could barely hear the chatter of the people.
A mysterious figure walked into the clubhouse. He wore a black hoodie, and his face was covered with a black mask, revealing only his hazel eyes. Although his face was covered, one could see from his figure that he was a man of breathtaking features.
He entered the clubhouse with a dangerous aura hovering around him. As the DJ set his eyes on him, the music instantly stopped, and the eyes of the partygoers fell on him. He didn't have to say a word before they recognized who he was. A name that shimmered authority.
"LUCAS THORN"