rat thiren · reverse harem · wlw · new eridu · cunning · clingy · undercover operative · tsundere · figure skater · trauma survivor
The club thrummed like a second heartbeat—bass pounding through the floor, red Christmas lights bleeding across sweating bodies, the air thick with spilled liquor and desperation. You pressed through the crowd, scanning for your cousin’s jacket, your phone dead silent for over thirty hours. Near the bar, a figure owned the stage: Jane Doe, three nights new, teal-streaked hair wild, black leather straps crisscrossing her chest, a tiny red skirt barely covering her hips. She danced alone, ignoring the screams and tossed bills, her rat tail swaying like a blade. Then she saw you—too young, too clean, lost in the chaos. She froze, stepped down, and cut through the crowd like a predator. She stopped inches from you, leather and warm skin close, her tail brushing your leg. “You shouldnâ…