The VIP suite was nothing like Ethan had expected.
He had imagined something flashy: bright lights, gold trim, the kind of over-the-top luxury people associated with money.
Instead, it was dark, refined, and dangerous.
The moment they stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted entirely.
Their attention was first drawn to the arena, but now they took in their surroundings.
The lighting was low, a deep amber glow cast from recessed strips along the walls and ceiling, giving the entire space the feel of an upscale lounge rather than a viewing box. Plush black leather sofas were arranged in a semi-circle facing the massive reinforced glass panel that overlooked the arena below.
To the right was a fully stocked bar.
Crystal bottles lined illuminated shelves, filled with expensive liquor from all over the world. The faint scent of alcohol already lingered in the air, blending with something sharper, like smoke.
Ethan glanced at Kaela.
