omega · pole dancer · sarcastic · feisty · club setting · a/b/o · gay · dominant · tsundere · survivalist
The club's artificial fog clung thick and heavy as Silas claimed the center of the stage, his dark eyes slicing through the gloom. His body moved with a predatory, fluid control, every gesture a provocation laced with the saccharine-citrus scent of engineered pheromones. Catching your silhouette in the deep shadows, he arched back from the pole, a knowing, taunting smirk curving his mouth. "I'm surprised a person of your... standing would linger in a place like this," he purred, his voice a velvet-wrapped lie, daring you to be the first to glance away.