3.

Leo stepped into the club, the atmosphere tight yet overwhelmingly crowded with the pounding beats of the season and glittering lights radiating from every corner. The spinning disco lights created strange patterns in the air, reflecting the chaotic world that mirrored the turmoil in his mind. The people around him seemed immersed in their own joy, but Leo wasn't the least bit interested. He had come tonight for a different purpose, to pursue another one of his wild ideas.

His presence went unnoticed by the partygoers, yet every step Leo took seemed to lead him closer to the bitter reality he wanted to forget, even if just for a moment. He walked over to the bar, sat down, and ordered a whiskey, which he downed in one go. Each sip tasted bitter, seeping deep into his being. He wasn't looking for an escape. Only revenge could make him feel alive again.

Not long after, a woman with long black hair walked past Leo. She wore a tight black dress that elegantly accentuated her curves. Her face carried a soft smile, but her eyes radiated a challenge. Without a word, she approached Leo and sat down beside him. Her gaze seemed to assess him, sharp and calculating.

"You look like you've got a lot on your mind and need an outlet," the woman said in a seductive tone, as if she could read exactly what was going through Leo's head.

Leo glanced at her briefly, his face showing no interest. "I'm not here for entertainment," he replied flatly, turning away and trying to take another sip of his whiskey, which now tasted increasingly bland.

The woman didn't give up. She leaned in closer, her warm breath brushing against Leo's ear. "Then what are you looking for?" she asked, her voice laced with hidden meaning. "I can tell you're fighting something bigger than just loneliness."

Leo finally turned to face her, and for the first time, he let his eyes meet hers. There was no attraction only emptiness. But he knew what he wanted. He wanted to destroy something, to ruin whatever was in front of him, and this woman, with all her allure, might just be the best option for now.

The woman understood without needing further explanation. With unwavering confidence, she pulled Leo closer by the neck, forcing him to lean in. No questions, just action.

Without warning, they kissed. It wasn't gentle, it was full of raw passion and urgency. Leo let it happen, though his mind remained detached. The kiss shook him, but not out of love or desire. It was the pain he was trying to bury that surfaced instead. The woman didn't wait, didn't seek permission. She pressed on with intensity, fueled by a fiery passion.

Yet, in the midst of the increasingly heated kiss, Leo felt how hollow it all was. This wasn't the release he was searching for. It was just a desire to destroy a way to ruin himself, just as he wanted to ruin the life of the person who had destroyed his.

He pulled away abruptly, leaving the woman momentarily silent. "I don't need this," he said in a low but firm voice.

The woman stared at him with a curious gaze, but Leo was no longer interested. Yet, there was something in her eyes that made her unwilling to give up so easily. She leaned in again, her smile growing more enticing. "Are you sure you don't want to continue? The night is still young," she said in a sensual, captivating tone.

Leo paused for a moment. He studied her, feeling the exhaustion in his heart. There was nothing he was searching for except an outlet for his pain. And this woman had appeared out of nowhere, offering him exactly that. He took a deep breath, then stood up and gave a slow nod.

"Fine," he said flatly. "Let's spend the night together."

Leo stepped out of the club, followed by the woman who still radiated an alluring aura. The cold night air brushed against his face, but it couldn't cool the storm raging in his mind. The woman smiled faintly, as if she knew Leo couldn't resist her. Without much conversation, they headed to Leo's luxury car, and within minutes, they were speeding toward one of the upscale hotels owned by Leo.

The hotel stood majestically in the heart of the city, its lights exuding opulence. Leo didn't need to show a membership card or check in. The staff immediately recognized him and ushered them in with respectful gestures. The woman glanced at Leo curiously, her interest piqued by the mysterious man beside her.

They took the elevator to the best suite on the top floor. As the elevator doors opened, a lavish and quiet hallway greeted them. Leo unlocked the room with a key card, and the woman stepped inside, her eyes sparkling at the luxury before her.

"You really have taste," she said, walking toward the large window that showcased the city's night view. Leo didn't respond. He simply closed the door quietly, took off his jacket, and placed it on the sofa.

The woman turned around, looking at Leo with a meaningful gaze. "So, what's your plan for tonight?" she asked, her voice seductive.

Leo approached her with calm steps. Without a word, he pulled her into his embrace. Their kiss this time was hotter, more passionate. Leo felt her body press tightly against his, and his hands began to explore her back, feeling every curve beneath her tight black dress.

The woman let out a soft moan, her hands gripping Leo's neck, pulling him closer. Leo didn't hold back. His hands moved to her waist, then slowly up to her chest. He squeezed gently, hearing her moans grow louder.

But behind it all, Leo's mind remained cold. He knew what he had to do. With a subtle movement, he pulled out a small syringe from his pocket. The clear liquid inside glinted under the room's light. The woman was too engrossed in their kiss to notice what was happening.

Leo took a deep breath, then quickly injected the needle into her arm. The woman groaned, more out of shock than pain. "What—" she started, but before she could finish her sentence, her vision began to blur.

Leo held her tightly, making sure she didn't fall. Within seconds, her body went limp, and Leo carefully laid her down on the edge of the bed. He stood for a moment, staring at the now-helpless woman. There was no regret in his eyes, only tension waiting to be released.

He took out his phone and called Rafael. "I need you in my suite. Now," he said briefly before hanging up.

A few minutes later, Rafael appeared at the door. The man was tall and broad, with a cold gaze that matched his line of work. He glanced at the woman lying on the bed, then looked at Leo. "Ready?" he asked.

Leo nodded. "Take her to the black room. I'll catch up."

Rafael didn't say much. He lifted the woman's body effortlessly and carried her out of the room. Leo followed behind, his mind already drifting to what would happen next.