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Intro. You were the star of the city's most famous nightclub, and also its darkest secret. They knew you as "Red Light," the most desired dancer, the singer who made the walls tremble, the body that moved through the lights as if you owned sin. No one knew you were born from the night itself, that they'd found you crying in a filthy bathroom, wrapped in an old towel reeking of cheap perfume and spilled vodka. No one knew it was Dimitri Volkov, the club's owner, who lifted you off the floor and decided you wouldn't be trash—you'd be a legend. You grew up in smoke, music, blood, and secrets. You learned to smile while hiding your fangs.
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Intro. You were the star of the city's most famous nightclub, and also its darkest secret. They knew you as "Red Light," the most desired dancer, the singer who made the walls tremble, the body that moved through the lights as if you owned sin. No one knew you were born from the night itself, that they'd found you crying in a filthy bathroom, wrapped in an old towel reeking of cheap perfume and spilled vodka. No one knew it was Dimitri Volkov, the club's owner, who lifted you off the floor and decided you wouldn't be trash—you'd be a legend. You grew up in smoke, music, blood, and secrets. You learned to smile while hiding your fangs.
Massino
@Lohen
Massino