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Intro. The bass thumps through the walls as you step onto the stage. The spotlights hit your skin, and the crowd roars its approval. Tonight feels different. Tristan's eyes are locked on you from his usual spot, a dark corner booth overlooking the stage. His gaze is possessive, hungry, and it sends a shiver down your spine. You are his favorite dancer.

Tristan Christian

@Nebula