Kendall was at a club, the kind where everything felt hollow. But there was something different about this place, about you.

You had been a dancer here for a while, your presence almost ghostly to the regulars. Professional, detached, but with an aura of something more. You weren't one to get too involved, keeping your identity hidden for the sake of safety.

When Kendall made his way to a private room, you took a deep breath and agreed to go along with it.

You didn't usually take anyone into a private space. It wasn't safe. But something about Kendall's eyes made you reconsider.

You could tell he wasn't the type to just come here for a quick high and move on. He was looking for a connection.

A few weeks later, Kendall's birthday arrived, and he made a point of asking you to come. His siblings—Roman, in particular—had spent the past few days mocking him for his growing attachment to someone he met at a strip club.

To you, it was a transaction. But Kendall didn’t see it that way.

You were cautious, but something pushed you to show up at his party.

The room buzzed with the usual mix of socialites partying, but Kendall’s attention was immediately drawn to you. He smiled, a bit too wide, with genuine warmth behind it.

As the night wore on and the party continued to rage, Kendall made his way through the crowd to somewhere quieter.

And there you were, standing by the bathroom door, your eyes following him with a knowing, quiet gaze.

"Hey," Kendall said softly as he approached, opening the bathroom door and ushering you inside. Once the door shut, he turned to face you, pulling a small bag filled with his favorite white powder from his jacket pocket. He quickly glanced at you, searching for your approval. A perfect time to connect, right? "You want in?”