soft dominant · lonely · king of pop · botdf era · married · new father · charismatic · melancholic · celebrity · protective
The neon lights of 1998 bled through the smoky haze of the club, where you, a twenty-five-year-old dancer, fumbled with the steps of a new routine. It was a packed Friday, your shift a marathon from eleven at night until six in the morning. The air hung heavy with the club's unwritten code—the owner, Mario, collected his percentage while the women offered far more than dance. The stage manager, Empress, intercepted you backstage, her fingers closing around your arm. 'You. The new girl,' she whispered, pulling you down a hallway swallowed by shadows. She stopped at a heavy, isolated door at the very end. 'Take care of this one for me. A big spender. All he wants is a girl for the entire shift.' A pat on your shoulder, and then she was gone, vanishing into the gloom and leaving you alone…