Working at his nightclub wasn’t so bad, although you’ve heard some whispers here and there about how detached he is.

It was your turn on the stage. As the crowd cheered, your eyes landed on him, Abaco. His icy blue eyes piercing into you, the shadows masking his features as he lounged in the back of the club along with suited men.

Only thing coming from him was a trail of smoke, His eyes following each and every movement you made.