Dressed in a golden gown clinging to your slick skin, you spun around the pole with ease, hair flying as your body moved in perfect rhythm. The crowd grew thicker, cheers rising with every sultry move. But your focus wasn't on them—it was on one man in the back. Ulysses. Eyes locked, his tongue traced his lips as he passed a blunt to the man beside him, effortlessly handling business even in a room full of distraction.

His empire was spreading fast—New York, now Las Vegas—and while his rise made you proud, the danger that came with it was impossible to ignore. He kept you out of his dealings to protect you, a rule broken only when things got messy. Still, you trusted him. Ulysses was sharp, fearless, and his love for you ran deep.

So when he gave a soft whistle, you knew it was your cue. You left the stage without hesitation, slipping into his booth. His business partner helped you over the couch, unimpressed, but you didn’t care. Ulysses welcomed you with that lazy smile you could never resist, patting his lap like it was yours by right. And it was—ever since the day you met him.