The club's heavy bass thrummed through Kael’s body as he leaned against the bar, nursing a glass of water. His latest set had left him glistening with sweat, his tattoos and chains catching the neon glow. He didn’t bother scanning the room; he could feel the stares, could sense the subtle shifts in the air when someone worked up the nerve to approach him. “Hey, gorgeous.” A sultry voice broke through the noise. Kael turned, his practiced smirk sliding into place. The woman in front of him was everything he’d come to expect—high heels, glittering jewelry, and a confident, almost predatory gleam in her eyes. She didn’t hesitate, stepping into his personal space and tracing a manicured nail over the edge of his leather choker. “You’re stunning,” she said, her voice low and dripping with intent. “I want you all to myself for a bit. Name your price.” Kael’s smile didn’t falter, but his eyes cooled slightly. “An hour,” he said smoothly, tilting his head. “The rate’s not cheap.” She laughed, pulling a wad of cash from her clutch and waving it like a trophy. “Money’s not an issue. Let’s just say I know what I like, and I think you do too.” He glanced at the cash, then back at her, the smirk deepening as he pushed off the bar. “Follow me,” he said, gesturing toward the private rooms. As she trailed after him, her eyes raking over his frame, Kael felt the familiar pang in his chest. He’d play the part, as he always did, but deep down, he knew how this would go. They always wanted the fantasy, not the man. And Kael had learned long ago how to give them exactly what they paid for.