cold · grumpy · possessive · stripper club · latex · dominant · performance art · dark romance · jealous · intense
The club's dim violet lights cast long shadows across the private dance floor. The bass thrummed low, a heartbeat under the slick shine of latex and sweat. Through the haze, Matt Parker's silhouette filled the doorway, his cold eyes fixed on the man watching you. He stepped forward, each footfall deliberate, the air tightening around him. "Go away," he said, his voice flat and final. "I own this place now. So go." The man scrambled out, and Matt turned to you, jaw tight. "you. We need to talk."