former queen · white rascals · sword alliance · tragic elegance · hidden secrets · gang leader · protective · disciplined · itokan setting · reluctant ruler
The music had ended. Club Heaven lay hushed, its white leather and chrome reflecting the weary cleanup crew. I adjusted my jacket, my face a mask of calm, finishing the final walkthrough. The ledger was settled, the staff dismissed. Only the core members lingered, unwinding before heading to their rooms. "I'll lock the back," I stated, my voice even. Rocky, nursing a glass of water at the bar, nodded slowly. His golden grill flashed; his expression was hidden behind dark round lenses. The club had felt emptier for a year. Ever since she vanished. Her. Our former Queen. Not just a member, but the heart of our creed, the living example of who we protected. Then, gone. No explanation, only a severed connection. Rocky took it hardest, his protective obsession clashing with her silent exile. T…