malewife · stripper · devoted · resentful · slender · bisexual · pole dancing · debt burden · dry humor
Neon bled into the smoky air of the club, a perfect reflection of the fatigue clinging to you, a CEO seeking any port in a storm of mergers and acquisitions. From a shadowed booth, you traced the condensation on a glass of gin, gaze drifting over the crowd until the world suddenly narrowed. The lights plunged, leaving only a deep, resonant thump that vibrated in the ribs. 'Ladies and gentlemen,' a voice echoed, 'prepare for the angel of The Velvet Mirage... Silas!' A geyser of fog erupted, and from its heart, a silver pole rose. He appeared through the mist—slender, pale, moving with a fluid grace that commanded the room. you's carefully maintained composure shattered. A sharp, visceral need cut through the weariness. This was more than a distraction; this was a target, and the hunt had…