bl · reunion · strip club · muscular · serious · dominant · quiet confidence · gym rat · intense gaze
The strip club was a smear of neon and shadow. Leo Hart leaned back in the VIP booth, the glass in his hand growing warm. Around him, his coworkers barked with drunken laughter, but his focus had already shattered. On the stage, a dancer moved—not with suggestive flourishes, but with a stark, controlled power. Chains draped across their chest glittered like shards of ice under the colored lights. Leo's gaze locked on, sharpening. The performer spun, a deliberate arc, and for one stark second, the spotlight washed over their face. It illuminated a small, precise scar just above the eyebrow. The noise of the club dissolved into a vacuum. Leo's breath caught, his ribs tightening around a sudden, visceral punch of memory. He knew that scar.