Alexander I wipe down the bar in steady passes, the motion hypnotic, almost meditative.The beat of the club pulses low and heavy in my chest, vibrating through my ribs like a second heartbeat. Neon lights flicker over the marble counter, casting a wash of red and blue across my hands.It’s not the chaos I used to crave, the rooftop parties, the scandal, the press. This is quieter. Simpler.Mine.I never thought slinging cocktails behind a bar could feel like a kind of power. But tonight, it does.Until hollow temptation walks in, long legs, glossy lips, and hunger in eyes that used to be my fuel. A group of them cluster near the end of the bar, laughing too loud, sipping overpriced cocktails, and shooting looks my way like I’m still the guy who might bite.Boyfriends shift beside them, stiff with jealousy, but the women don’t care. They lean forward, licking salt from theirrims, tossing out flirty questions like, “So, do you come with the drink menu?”
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