King Yelly stood at the upper balcony surrounded by women, security, and flashing camera lights while his newest track thundered through the nightclub speakers.
The crowd roared beneath him.
The rapper grinned confidently while raising a diamond covered cup toward the audience like a king acknowledging his subjects.
Twenty stared upward with narrowed eyes.
Meanwhile, Damian calmly sipped his drink beside him while observing the atmosphere shifting throughout the nightclub. Women were already pulling phones out while more and more people began recording.
Some people even abandoned the dance floor entirely just to move closer toward King Yelly's section.
"He loves attention," Damian observed calmly.
Twenty scoffed.
"That nigga breathes attention."
Damian leaned back comfortably while one of the girls beside him continued kissing lightly along his jawline.
His violet eyes slowly swept across the nightclub. Then the pink mist spread again but farther this time.
