The night air was thick with anticipation as Belle leaned against the bar at The Velvet Lounge, her heart racing. She had agreed to meet Dante again, knowing fully well the risks that accompanied his world. The low hum of conversation and laughter surrounded her, but all she could focus on was the unpredictable path her life was taking.

As she sipped her Velvet Martini, the vibrant colors of the drink mirrored the chaos of emotions swirling within her. Just then, she caught sight of Dante entering the lounge, his presence commanding attention. He scanned the room until his eyes locked onto hers, a smirk playing on his lips as he made his way through the crowd.