C8 8

Kael's POV.

The pounding bass of the music reverberated through the walls of *Scarlet's*. Neon lights in red and blue flickered, casting an otherworldly glow over the dimly lit club.

The air was thick with the scent of alcohol, cheap perfume, and a faint undercurrent of desperation that clung to the place like a second skin. I leaned back in the leather booth