Axel
I leaned back, sipping my drink, eyes fixed on the pole dancers as they moved with effortless grace. The dim lights, the rhythmic beats, and the energy of the club made everything feel just right.
As I enjoyed the performance, a woman approached me.
She looked rough—thin, dark circles under her eyes, and a jittery energy that made it obvious she was either high or an addict looking for her next fix.
"Hey," she said with a nervous smile. "Can I take a photo with you?"
I was used to this. Fans asking for pictures, wanting a piece of my fame. Normally, I wouldn't bother, but I wasn't in the mood to argue.
I gave her a small nod. "Go ahead."
She quickly pulled out her phone, standing close to me as she snapped the picture. Her hands were slightly shaky.
Something felt off, but I brushed it aside. This was just another night, another fan, another forgettable moment.
As soon as the camera clicked, I expected her to thank me and walk away like any other fan. But the next moment caught me completely off guard.
Her expression twisted into something wild—obsessive, angry. Her eyes burned with an unsettling intensity as she stepped closer.
"Are you really going to marry that bitch?" she spat, her voice laced with venom.
I blinked, momentarily speechless. What the hell?
Before I could respond, she continued, her voice rising. "I wanted you for myself! And now you're marrying someone else?"
The sheer possessiveness in her tone sent a chill down my spine. I had encountered obsessive fans before, but this… this was different.
I stiffened, instinctively scanning the club, but no one seemed to notice the growing tension. Jack was too busy flirting at the bar, and the crowd was lost in the music.
This girl—whoever she was—was clearly unstable. And something told me this night wasn't going to end as smoothly as I had planned.
The club's energy pulsed around me—music, laughter, the rhythmic swaying of bodies lost in the night. But in my world, everything went dead silent.
The girl's eyes gleamed with obsession and madness, her hands trembling as she pulled something from her bag.
A gun.
She pointed it directly at my head.
"If I can't have you… then no one can."
My body tensed. My mind processed the situation in a split second. The club was too crowded. If she pulled the trigger, chaos would break loose.
I kept my expression calm, stalling, my voice low. "You don't want to do this."
Her grip tightened. Her breathing grew erratic.
Then—a shadow moved behind her.
Fast. Silent. Deadly.
Before she could react, a strong arm wrapped around her wrist, twisting it with precision. A sharp gasp left her lips as her body was yanked backward, her grip loosening on the gun.
Selene.
I barely saw her coming, but now she was there—a force of absolute control. Her movements were calculated, ruthless. One swift kick to the back of the girl's knee sent her collapsing to the floor, the gun clattering out of her grasp.
Selene kicked it away, her expression unreadable, her breathing steady—as if disarming a crazed gunwoman in the middle of a nightclub was just another part of her job.
Without causing a scene, she swiftly pulled the girl up, twisting her arm just enough to silence her struggles without drawing unwanted attention. The club's music was still loud, people still dancing—no one had even noticed.
With smooth efficiency, Selene dragged the girl toward a darker corner, away from prying eyes, pressing her against the wall.
I followed, exhaling slowly, still processing what just happened.
Selene turned her gaze to me, her voice calm, cold, professional—but there was an unmistakable sharpness in her tone.
"I thought you didn't need a bodyguard, Mr. Monroe."
Selene didn't waste a second. She swiftly restrained the psycho fan, her grip unyielding as she pulled out her phone and made a discreet call.
Minutes later, two plainclothes officers arrived, blending into the club's atmosphere without causing a scene. She handed the girl over, calmly explaining the situation. The officers nodded, escorting the crazed fan out the back exit without drawing unnecessary attention.
And just like that—it was over.
Selene didn't say a word to me. She didn't even acknowledge me. No glance, no reaction.
She simply turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd.