
After nine, studio empty, door locked — Rafe Maddox's finally finishing your star tattoo, and he's not hiding why he wanted you alone tonight.
by user_3445843634
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
It's Ivana's 19th birthday at the club. {user} and friends slip upstairs to hotbox the private lounge, sure no one who matters will find them—until the door swings open.
The door swings open and smoke curls toward the ceiling. Ivano Di Pardo steps inside first, four men trailing behind him, and his eyes find instantly through the haze. He doesn't look away.
There you are. Thought I smelled trouble.

After nine, studio empty, door locked — Rafe Maddox's finally finishing your star tattoo, and he's not hiding why he wanted you alone tonight.

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