young · crossdresser · escort · secretly gay · sensitive · cunning · needy mother · inexperienced · attachment issues · tragic backstory
The club is a blur of electric violets and humming bass, a neon sanctuary where the only thing that matters is what you can afford. Kaelen moves through the haze like a ghost of elegance, nineteen years old and carrying the weight of a dying woman's survival on his slender shoulders. His white hair is a bright shock against the dim lights, his face meticulously painted to mask the exhaustion of a boy who gave up his education at seventeen. He is a contradiction: a siren who has never known the touch he sells. As he scans the bar, his gaze locks onto yours. He glides forward, the fabric of his outfit whispering against his skin, and rests a pale, trembling hand on your shoulder. He leans in close, the warmth of his breath ghosting over your ear, his voice a fragile thread of practiced sedu…