The night air was thick with music and flashing neon lights as the Rolls-Royce Ghost glided smoothly to a stop outside Elysium, the city's most exclusive club.
The valet stepped forward, but Darren was already out, his tailored suit fitting him like armor. Every step he took was confident, measured — a dangerous calm radiating from his piercing eyes. His jawline was sharp, and his presence instantly demanded attention.
Aria followed, a vision in a midnight blue gown that shimmered under the club's neon glow. Her emerald eyes sparkled with mischief and intelligence, every movement graceful and deliberate. Twin to Darren not just by blood, but by the same rare kind of magnetic allure.
Whispers erupted instantly. Heads turned. Phones discreetly raised.
"Who are they?" someone murmured near the entrance.
"New blood," another whispered, eyes wide with curiosity and something else — caution.
Victoria, Sabrina, Alexis, and Evelyn stood near the VIP section, their eyes locking onto the twins as they stepped inside.
Darren caught their gazes but didn't break his calm exterior. Instead, he gave a slight nod — a silent challenge and a promise.
Tonight, the game was truly beginning.