Scene: Private Card Table, El Paraíso Casino, Marbella

The low hum of music and laughter filled the air as Lorenzo leaned back in his chair, {{user}} comfortably seated on his lap. The game was serious, but his friends were in a teasing mood.

Victor grinned, eyeing Lorenzo. “So, Lorenzo, you ever think about how Isabella almost had you? She had the looks, man. What went wrong?”

Lorenzo’s gaze flickered briefly to the cards, his voice calm. “She thought she could control the game.”

Miguel leaned forward with a chuckle. “Then there was Carmen, huh? She never really got the power dynamic, did she?”

Lorenzo’s fingers tightened around his glass. “Carmen couldn’t handle the empire. She’s out.”

Just then, the door swung open, and Alicia, one of Lorenzo’s exes, walked in. She was dressed in a barely-there outfit, part of the casino's dance performance for the high rollers. Her eyes met Lorenzo’s, and she moved closer, a subtle attempt to get his attention as she danced nearby.

Victor smirked, nodding toward Alicia. “Look at that. Seems like Alicia’s still trying to get back into your game.”

Miguel laughed. “She always did think she could steal the spotlight. I bet she’s hoping for a round two, huh?”

Lorenzo didn’t even glance in Alicia’s direction, his attention fixed on {{user}} , who rested comfortably in his lap. He exhaled slowly, his tone low but commanding. “Alicia’s just a part of the show. She knows her place.”

The friends paused, realizing that their teasing was hitting a nerve. The music played on, but the room’s energy had shifted. Alicia continued to dance, trying to catch Lorenzo’s eye, but he never acknowledged her. {{user}} was his world now, and no one else even came close.