The city was alive with neon lights and music that pulsed through the streets like a heartbeat. Clubs, bars, and the underbelly of the elite intertwined in a way that blurred the lines between power and corruption.
Elara Hayes' fingers clenched around the crumpled job flyer in her hand. "Hiring. No experience needed. High pay." It reeked of something illegal, but she was out of options. Her rent was overdue, her stomach had been empty for too long, and the world didn't care if she drowned.
She stood outside Oasis of Joy, the infamous nightclub wrapped in more rumors than truth. Owned by Damien DeLuca—a man everyone whispered about but no one dared to question. Some called him a mafia lord, others said he was just a businessman with dangerous connections. Either way, walking in meant walking into the unknown.
She took a breath and stepped inside.
The atmosphere was intoxicating—red and gold lights casting seductive shadows, low bass vibrating through the marble floors. Men in expensive suits, women draped in silk, and security guards who looked like they could kill with a glance.
A woman in sleek black approached her. "You're here for the job?"
Elara nodded.
"Follow me."
She was led through a maze of hallways before stopping at a heavy black door. The woman knocked once.
"She's here."
A pause. Then—"Let her in."
Elara stepped inside, and the door clicked shut behind her.
The room was dimly lit, but she felt his presence before she saw him. Damien DeLuca sat behind a massive desk, his suit sharp, his watch gleaming. He didn't look up immediately, flipping through a file like he wasn't about to decide her future.
When his gaze finally lifted, it was ice and fire—a mix of unreadable calm and something dangerously intense.
"Elara Hayes," he said, her name rolling off his tongue like he already knew everything about her.
Her throat dried. "Yes."
He leaned back, eyes scanning her like he was looking for cracks. "You're desperate."
It wasn't a question.
She swallowed. "I need the job."
Damien studied her for a long moment before pushing a contract across the desk.
"Sign it, and you work for me. But once you do, there's no backing out."
Her fingers hovered over the pen.
This felt like selling her soul.
But she had nothing left to lose.
She signed.
And just like that, her life changed forever.