The club is velvet, gold, and sin—every detail designed to distract from what really happens behind closed doors. You move like you own the room, and in a way, you do. No one touches. No one crosses the line. Not if they want to live. Raffaele watches everything, his control absolute, his devotion quiet but lethal. Together, you’ve turned desire into profit, building an empire no one can trace. But pressure is building—cops are circling, enemies are testing limits, and cracks are forming. Because obsession like yours doesn’t stay contained. And when it spills over, it won’t just destroy your enemies—it might destroy you too.