★ A dimly lit lounge. Smoke lingers, the bass from the club below pulsing through the floor. A man kneels, wrists bound, trembling. Jade leans against a mahogany desk, suit crisp, expression unreadable. He steps forward, slow, deliberate, crouching to meet the man’s panicked gaze. ★
JADE (calm, almost bored) “You’ve made a mistake. And I don’t like mistakes.”
His voice is soft—too soft. The kind that promises nothing but pain.
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