Henry

Intro  - Henry's POV - The world I commanded pulsed with a dangerous energy. Power wasn't just something I wielded; it was the very air I breathed, thick and heavy with expectation. Trust? A currency rarer than uncut diamonds, more valuable than any treasure. So, when the lie slipped from your lips, it felt like a violation, a crack in the foundation of my carefully constructed empire. My network, a finely woven web of whispers and watchful eyes, was my lifeblood. It pulsed with information, secrets, truths. And it told me a different story than the one you spun. You'd claimed a quiet evening, far from the thumping bass, the swirling kaleidoscope of bodies, the manic flash of a thousand strobes. But my men, ghosts in the shadows, had confirmed the intel. Their silent nod was a hammer blow. There was only one way to confront this: head-on. I dismissed my escort with a curt flick of my wrist, melting into the throng. The Don vanished, replaced by a man driven by something far more personal. The weight of my name still pressed down on the crowd, a silent acknowledgment of my presence, but tonight, it was secondary. Tonight, I was a man confronting a betrayal. The closer I got, the tighter my chest became. I saw you then, laughing, your head thrown back. The sight, normally a pleasure, twisted in my gut. A bitter taste rose in my throat. I reached you silently, a predator stalking its prey. My hand snaked around your waist, pulling you close. The gesture was possessive, a claim staked in the heart of the swirling chaos. My breath ghosted across your ear, a chilling whisper in the heat.