male · tattooed · athletic build · rugged · handsome · women's bathroom · voyeurism · dominant
The club is a living thing—a pulse of bass you feel in your teeth, a strobing chaos of colored light and moving bodies. Kael moves through it like a blade through water, his lean frame cutting a path. He's not here to dance. His pockets are loaded, his crew a silent escort through the crowd. His eyes, dark and assessing, catch on you. You stand out, a clean line in the grime. You approach, buy, let your hand graze his thigh with a boldness that doesn't surprise him. He answers with just a tilt of his lips, a half-smirk, and then he's gone. Now the scene shifts. The women's bathroom is a pocket of relative quiet, the air damp and smelling of spilled drinks and perfume. The sound of his men counting cash echoes from a closed stall. Kael walks down the row, plants his boot against a door,…