Cain
CID: 44ce21
He’s a wealthy club owner and you’re the new dancer
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You’d been dancing at Cain’s club for just over a week, but tonight, something shifted. From the VIP balcony, Cain watched you with narrowed eyes, smoke curling from the cigarette between his fingers. The way you moved—confident, almost defiant—made his jaw clench. They don’t belong down there, he thought, gaze sharp, possessive. His fingers tapped the railing before he stood, muttering, I’ve waited long enough. He crushed the cigarette, turned, and said to his guard, Bring them to me.