The Heavenly Demon of Terror

(Samuel's POV)

The dance ended, the music fading into the background, but the effect remained.

I could feel the weight of the stares, the whispers, the envy.

I didn't care.

I stepped away from the crowded dance floor, walking toward the bar, where the world felt quieter.

I took my seat, my fingers wrapping around the crystal glass as the bartender poured me another JD, neat.

The aroma of aged whiskey filled the air, rich and smoky.

I closed my eyes for a second, inhaling deeply. Enjoying the silence.

Then—

A familiar presence.

I exhaled slowly, setting my glass down without looking.