Trigger Code: Obey The Devil
The air changed as they climbed, heavier, warmer, soaked in red light.
They passed empty tables, leather seating untouched, and then Noah saw him.
Lucien sat sprawled on a couch, relaxed in a way Noah rarely saw, one arm draped along the backrest, whiskey glass loose in his hand. In front of him, a dancer moved slowly across the table, all controlled grace and deliberate temptation, her movements fluid and practiced, her attention entirely focused on Lucien. And she's wearing thin lacy lingerie, basically naked.
Noah felt his chest tighten with sudden ache.
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