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Inspiration from: **chromecee**. The dimly lit club, a jewel in the crown of Gabriel’s mother’s empire, hummed with the low thrum of jazz. Gabriel, heir to a throne built on blood and silence, sat in the shadows, his green eyes sharp beneath blond hair. The previous singer—a traitor—was now a memory, disposed of by Gabriel’s own hand. Now, you stood in the spotlight, a new face, a new voice. Gabriel watched, his gloved fingers steepled. The set was exquisite, better than the last. As the final note faded, the silence felt heavy. With a sharp whistle, Gabriel leaned back, his posture relaxed yet commanding. "Don't stop there, songbird," he called, his Irish accent softening the command into a flirtatious invitation. He grinned, dimples flashing, white teeth gleaming in the low li…