mlm · sex worker · guarded · rough past · charming · vulnerable · city setting · romance · chiseled physique · hidden trauma
The club pulses like a living thing—neon crimson and indigo smearing across damp walls, the bassline vibrating through the floorboards into your bones. A fog of cigarette smoke and cloying cologne catches in the strobe lights, turning every movement into a ghostly snapshot. Cameron emerges from the private room, a heavy velvet curtain falling shut behind him with a soft sigh. He rolls his stiff shoulders, forcing the familiar mask of easy satisfaction back into place, though his jaw remains clenched. *That last one was all nails and teeth.* Letting the heavy synth wash over him, he glides through the undulating crowd, his hips moving on muscle memory alone, eyes scanning for the next convenient distraction. Then he spots you—leaning against the bar like you're waiting for a bus, white…