The bus hissed to stop under the flicker of dying streetlights. laura stepped down, clutching her worn suitcase as rain gathered in her hair. She was the kind of beauty people noticed too late, not loud or painted, but soft and haunting, like the echo of a forgotten song. Her eyes, stormy gray, carried both innocence and stories she would never tell. Her lips were full, the colour of dusk, and her skin held the glow of moonlight after rain.
she had come with hope stitched into her heart, believing the promise of a job at THE VELVET ROOM a waitress position, they said. But when she walked through the club's golden doors, her hope began to crumble. the air smelled of perfume , smoke with velvet curtains glimmered under the dim lights, and laughter broke like glass across the room.
'' waitress ?'' The manager, a woman draped in black lace, smiled faintly. Sweetheart, here we serve in more ways than one .''
Laura's fingers tightened around her small purse .She wanted to leave, but the world outside was colder than the one inside. So she nodded. That night, she slipped into a silver dress that shimmered like spilled starlight and stepped onto the stage.
Her first dance was clumsy, uncertain, but her grace was undeniable. she moved not to seduce but to survive the night and somehow ,that made her more magnetic. The men at the tables looked at her with hunger , but one man did not.
The music drifted through the club like smoke, slow and heavy with something unspoken.
Laura moved across the stage, her heart nowhere near the rhythm she was forced to follow. Her dress shimmered under the light, but her eyes....they told untold story. A story of exhaustion and broken promises.
She had come here believing she'd serve drinks, not dance for strangers. But in the place like this, ''no'' didn't matter much. The rules belonged to one man..... Rain Moretti, the man they called ray or the Blackking.
from the further corner of the room, he sat silent, unreadable, surrounded by men in black suits, men who never smile. His presence filled the room without a word.. But tonight ,something broke through that stillness.
HER.
Laura didn't see him watching. She didn't see the way his jaw tightened each time someone's eyes lingered for too long on her. But he saw everything....the way her fingers trembled when she touched the staged, the sadness she tried to hide behind a fragile smile.
Ray had seen women try to tempt him before....bold, painted, and hungry for power. But this one was different. There was no act. Just a quiet kind of beauty that didn't know how to belong here.
he leaned back, his cigarette burning low. '' She doesn't fit in this place, he muttered.
Matteo, his right-hand man ,glanced up. ''She'll learn, boss.
'''No,'' ray said softly, his tone colder than the glass in his hand. '' she shouldn't have to .''
He didn't know why he said it. he didn't care for weakness. yet something about her stirred a part of him that had been silent for years... the part that remembered what it felt like to care.
when the music stopped, laura bowed, clutching the hem of her dress as if holding herself together. as she turned to leave the stage, her gazed lifted and met his.
Only for second.
But it was enough.
The air shifted, the noise a round them faded. And for the first time in years, RAIN MORRETTI forgot how to look away. even if he wanted to...he couldn't.