Unwinding Frustration

Axe stormed out of the hotel lobby, his frustration boiling beneath the surface. He yanked off his coat, tossed it onto the backseat of his sleek black car, and rolled up his sleeves, exposing the intricate tattoos adorning his skin.

Sliding into the driver's seat, he slammed the door shut and started the engine with a growl. The car roared to life, mirroring Axe's turbulent emotions as he navigated the bustling streets towards the dimly lit district where the city's most notorious clubs thrived.

The neon lights of the club district flickered like distant stars in the night sky, drawing Axe closer with their promise of temporary escape. He craved the pulsing beat of the music, the swirling haze of cigarette smoke, and the intoxicating burn of alcohol sliding down his throat.

Parking his car in a shadowy alley, Axe stepped out onto the pavement, his boots echoing against the pavement as he made his way towards the nearest club. The rhythmic thumping of bass reverberated through his che