Catching Attention

Everything was loud. Too loud.

The music crashed against his eardrums, the beat pounding so hard it made his ribs vibrate. The air reeked of smoke, sweat, and something sweetly synthetic. 

Vyan was dazed through the haze of colored lights, as if he'd been dropped into the heart of chaos.

He had expected this place to be like a red-light district and he had been to one once before, but it had been a professional visit—strictly business. He'd gone to that bar to poach Freya for a job. Even then, it hadn't been like this. This was... unhinged. People weren't just dancing—they were grinding like their lives depended on it. Couples were entangled in dark corners, mouths devouring each other in public.

Vyan wrinkled his nose. What the hell are these people even doing? Get a damn room… or a shred of dignity.