The host club was a world unlike anything Emily had ever experienced. The dim lights, the clinking of champagne glasses, and the soft laughter of elegant women filled the air. She felt out of place, like a ghost drifting through a dream. But then, she met the hosts.

There were seven of them, each more handsome than the last, and all of them seemed to radiate charm and confidence. Their names were Asher, Caleb, Dorian, Felix, Ethan, Leo, and Mason. From the moment they laid eyes on Emily, something about her vulnerability intrigued them. She wasn’t like the other women who came to the club—polished, confident, and brimming with superficial charm. Emily was real, raw, and deeply wounded, and something in her eyes called out to them.