The nightclub's neon lights illuminated the darkening sky, casting a gaudy glow over the crowded streets. Léon and Camille pushed their way through the throngs of people, the pulsating music growing louder with every step.
As they approached the entrance, a towering figure with a menacing scowl blocked their path. "Invitations, s'il vous plaît?" (Invitations, please?)
Camille rummaged through her purse, producing two crumpled flyers. The bouncer scrutinized them before stepping aside, allowing the pair to enter.
Inside, the club was a whirlwind of color and sound. Strobe lights flashed across the dance floor, casting an otherworldly glow over the sea of undulating bodies. Léon and Camille made their way to the bar, where they ordered drinks and surveyed the scene.
The air was thick with the smell of smoke, sweat, and perfume. Léon felt a thrill of excitement as he scanned the crowd, his eyes locking onto a figure standing at the edge of the dance floor.
The man was tall, with piercing green eyes and chiseled features. His dark hair was slicked back, revealing a prominent forehead and sharp cheekbones. He exuded an aura of confidence and power, his very presence seeming to draw the eye like a magnet.
Léon felt a shiver run down his spine as their eyes met. For a moment, they simply stared at each other, the music and laughter fading into the background.
Then, the stranger vanished into the crowd, leaving Léon feeling both exhilarated and disappointed.
"Who was that?" Camille shouted above the music, following Léon's gaze.
Léon shook his head, still feeling the stranger's eyes on him. "I don't know, but I think I'm going to find out."
