Behind the hoodie; tales of secrets, desire and power
On campus, he was the most well-behaved student in the entire department.
Oversized hoodies, black-rimmed glasses, quiet enough to fade into the background. Even when facing the notoriously strict Professor Elliott, he would only lower his head, clutch his books, and murmur a timid, “Professor.”
At night, he became the most intoxicating dancer in the club.
He wrapped himself around the pole, bent low, rolled his hips—each movement driving the men below into a frenzy. Bills were stuffed into the strap around his thigh as they shouted his name.
To cover his obscene tuition fees, he took a private party offering an equally obscene payout.
Inside the VIP room, he straddled the pole, bathed in dim, hazy light, fingers reaching for the final restraint he was meant to undo.
Suddenly, the man lounging on the sofa stubbed out his cigar and stood.
The light swept across his face—
It was Elliott. The very man he feared most by day.
He walked onto the stage step by step, then slammed him hard against the pole in full view of everyone.
“Can’t even breathe in front of me during the day,” Elliott sneered, “but at night you’re here shaking your ass, begging men to f*k you?”
His mentor wrenched his arms behind his back. Hot lips brushed his trembling earlobe, his voice low and dangerous.
“Noah,” he murmured, “if you’re that desperate for money… why didn’t you just come to me? How much—per night?”
He panicked and tried to struggle, but Elliott forced his legs apart with his knee, pinning him against the cold metal.
“Don’t hide,” Elliott said softly.
“Now. Take off the rest—right in front of me. And if you perform well…”
A pause, deliberate.
“I’ll pay you ten times tonight’s fee
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Chapter: Chapter 7– One Night StandChapter Seven – One Night StandThe club emptied slower than usualWhispers lingered in the air, curious glances followed Noah as he disappeared backstage, pulse still racing from the confrontationTen times his rateThe number echoed in his headIt wasn’t just money, it was control, it was a cage disguised as salvationHe didn’t change out of his stage clothes right awayHis hands trembled as he wiped off his makeupIn the mirror, his reflection looked fractured — glitter fading, eyes rimmed red from stress, jaw clenched too tightA knock came at the dressing room doorNot loudNot rushedCertainHe knew who it was before the door openedElliott stepped inside without waiting for permissionThe music from the main floor had faded to a dull thrum, the hallway outside nearly empty, privateNoah stood slowly“You shouldn’t be back here,” he said, but the protest lacked strengthElliott closed the door behind him“And yet I am”The air tightenedUp close, there was no audience, no perfor
Última actualización: 2026-02-22
Chapter: Chapter Six – Public HumiliationChapter Six – Public HumiliationThe night of the VIP party arrived faster than Noah was prepared for.All day, a strange tension followed him like a shadow. He barely heard his lecturers. The words in his textbooks blurred. Even the steady rhythm of campus life students chatting, footsteps in hallways, laughter echoing between buildings felt distant, unreal.The invitation weighed in his pocket.By the time night fell, his chest felt tight.Backstage, the club was louder than usual. The VIP event had drawn a different crowd wealthier, colder, more deliberate. The air carried a sense of expectation that made Noah’s skin prickle.“You’re closing tonight,” his manager told him. “The client specifically asked.”That was unusual.Noah nodded anyway. He had learned not to ask questions when money was involved.The other dancers performed first, the energy building, the room growing more intoxicated as the hours passed. Noah waited in the shadows, stretching, breathing, preparing. His pulse
Última actualización: 2026-02-16
Chapter: Chapter 5: The invitationChapter 5 :The InvitationThe day passed in a blur, the way days had begun to blend together. Noah moved through lectures and assignments mechanically, a ghost inhabiting the shape of a perfect student. Even as his classmates laughed or chatted around him, he remained distant, detached, tethered to the reality he had carefully built for survival.By the late afternoon, exhaustion sat heavily in his bones. The club loomed in his thoughts even as he forced himself to concentrate on readings. He had learned to block it out, to split his mind into compartments—but one always leaked. The weight of necessity tugged relentlessly.Backstage, the routine was familiar. The warm-up stretches, the careful adjustments of straps, the mirror that reflected a version of him he barely recognized. And yet, tonight, something felt different.His manager appeared with the soft click of heels against the black tiles. She moved toward him, folder in hand, her expression unreadable.“You’ve got something,”
Última actualización: 2026-01-27
Chapter: Chapter 4: Collision courseCHAPTER 4: COLLUSION COURSEBy the fourth week of the semester, Noah knew he was slipping.Not enough to be obvious. Not enough to invite questions. But enough that the careful balance he’d built began to creak under the strain. His mornings were slower, his thoughts less precise. He still attended every lecture, still took notes in neat, disciplined handwriting but something essential lagged behind his eyes.Focus had become conditional.Professor Elliott noticed.Noah realized it the moment he stepped into the lecture hall and felt the weight of attention settle on him like a hand at the back of his neck. He chose his usual seat, second row from the back, near the aisle. Hoodie up. Glasses on. Head down.Invisible.Or so he hoped.The lecture began as usual clean slides, controlled pacing, Elliott’s voice cutting through the room with practiced authority. Noah followed along automatically, pen moving even when comprehension wavered. He copied graphs, underlined key terms, boxed defi
Última actualización: 2026-01-27
Chapter: Chapter 3: the price of survivalCHAPTER 3: THE PRICE OF SURVIVALHis double life wasn't never quiet.It crept into Noah’s life disguised as opportunity, as numbers written neatly in columns, as promises that whispered just one more night. It didn’t arrive all at once. It accumulated.The first week after he accepted more private bookings, he told himself it was temporary.The second week, he stopped counting how many times he repeated that lie.Money came faster now Thicker envelopes. Heavier stacks, Names he didn’t ask for, faces he didn’t remember. The club adjusted easily, smoothly, like it had been waiting for him to cross this line all along.“You’re in demand,” the manager said one night, flipping through her tablet. “People like consistency.”Noah didn’t respond. He was stretching his legs backstage, rolling his ankle slowly to keep the tension from locking him up mid-performance. His body felt perpetually tight now—wound too thin, never fully released.Consistency meant predictability. Predictability meant o
Última actualización: 2026-01-27
Chapter: Chapter 2 : after dark TransformationCHAPTER 2: AFTER DARK TRANSFORMATIONNight changed Noah in ways daylight never could, the thought of his encounter with professor Elliot kept running through his mind all the but doesn't stop him from getting ready for his night work at the clubhouse.By the time the sun slipped behind the city skyline, the campus version of him quiet, obedient, invisible had already begun to dissolve. The exhaustion that clung to him after lectures wasn’t just physical. It was the fatigue of restraint, Of swallowing himself whole every hour of the day.The apartment grew quiet after dinner, His younger brother fell asleep early, curled beneath thin blankets, medicine bottles lined neatly on the bedside table like silent sentries. Noah stood in the doorway longer than necessary, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest.That was the reason he continued his night life even when he doesn't want to but his brother's life matters to him most.He closed the door softly and turned away.In the bathroo
Última actualización: 2026-01-27
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