ved in the shadows. Its unmarked door led to a world of decadence, concealed from the prying eyes of t

e Velvet Haven offered just that. I stepped through the unmarked door and into a dimly lit antechamber. The b

mson curtains hung in languid waves. The sultry rhythms of jazz filled the air, creating a sensual backdrop for the

at on the table before me, its amber liquid glinting in the dim light. I took a sip, letti

ected presence in the security room lingered like an electric charge. I couldn't hel

ect haven, a place to lose myself in the music and the darkness. The Velvet Haven was a place where masks were shed,

eneath the shroud of dim lights and pulsating jazz, sought refuge from the world outside. As I scanned

andon, their bodies moving to the rhythm of desire, as whispers and laughter filled the air. It was a world wh

yes, had left an indelible mark on my mind. I was drawn into a magnetic pull, an inexplicable connection t

whispers and expectant glances converging on the entrance.

ss elegance. His suit was impeccable, his dark hair tousled just enough to convey a disheveled

efuge. The connection was immediate, magnetic, and my heart quickened its pace. The

sence was an intoxicating blend of power and magnetism, and I couldn't tear my eyes a

tor took. The Velvet Haven was where the barriers of society an

the jazz's seductive tempo. It was there that Viktor's path le

by an unseen hand. The dance floor, illuminated by the soft, amber gl

zz enveloped us, and the rhythm of our bodies became an unspoken language. There wer

e surface since the moment we had locked eyes in the security room. The world outside f

nd hidden depths that made him an enigma. In that moment, there was no

ine. His touch was both commanding and gentle, a paradox that left me breathless. I

weight of the nameless city's darkness was lifted, if only for a fleeting moment.

andon and insatiable longing. As the dance floor's rhythms pulsed t

ight." He groans while pumping inside me harder. "Tell me you aren't a fucking virgin.

above your hea

ck work of grabbing his abandoned tie and tyin

in the fervor of the dance, and I couldn't help but wonder if this was the beginni

a love affair that defied reason, a fire that thr