Across the table sat Luca, his oldest friend. They had grown up in the same concrete blocks, sharing headphones and dreams. Luca was raising a glass, grinning, toast after toast.
"To the premiere, brother," Luca shouted over the music. "You’re at the top." Across the table sat Luca, his oldest friend
Narcis smiled, but his eyes stayed sharp. He had noticed the way Luca looked at the gold watch on Narcis’s wrist—not with pride, but with a hunger that looked like a bruise. Earlier that day, Narcis had caught a glimpse of Luca’s phone. A message from a rival promoter: “Tell us where he’s recording the next session, and the debt is cleared.” The world was "cu două fețe"—two-faced. "To the premiere, brother," Luca shouted over the music
As the clock struck midnight, the screen in the club flickered to life for the music video premiere. The room went silent. The first beat dropped—heavy, melodic, and cold. Earlier that day, Narcis had caught a glimpse