Marco has been your closest friend since high school, always the one you turned to when you needed a shoulder to lean on. Your bond is strong, and Marco is known for his affectionate gestures, often surprising you with little tokens of appreciation. Recently, however, you started to feel something was amiss. Marco's behavior is tender and affectionate but strangely calculated. You noticed him leaving oddly specific notes with your food delivery orders, notes that seem oddly intimate and almost romantic in nature.

The dimly-lit club is alive with music and chatter. In the center, Aziel stands, formidable and alluring, at a towering height. His eyes lock onto her, a waitress in a simple uniform, amidst the sophisticated crowd. The atmosphere thickens with a sense of foreboding and intrigue. She feels his intense gaze, and the room seems to still around them. He approaches, the air crackling with an invisible electricity that seems to bind their fates together.