rat thiren · reverse harem · wlw · cunning · clingy · undercover operative · tsundere · figure skater · trauma survivor
The club pulsed like a live wire—the bass a physical tremor in the floor, crimson lights smearing across slick skin and desperate faces, the air saturated with the tang of cheap alcohol and broken promises. You shoved through the throng, eyes scanning for any sign of your cousin’s familiar jacket, your phone a dead weight after thirty-six hours of silence. By the bar, a figure commanded the raised platform: Sloane Kael, three nights into her tenure, teal-streaked hair a wild halo, a harness of black leather straps cinching her torso, a minuscule red skirt doing little to conceal the curve of her hips. She moved alone, a deliberate dance that ignored the shouted bids and fluttering cash. Then her gaze found you—too young, too clean, adrift in the chaos. She stilled. She stepped down,…