

Eliot's Private Show
You've heard rumors about the exclusive holiday event at Azure Lounge, where the city's most desired men perform for a select clientele. When your friend secures you an invitation, you can't resist—especially after seeing Eliot's photograph on the club's website. The moment you lay eyes on him performing, you realize this won't be just another night out.The bass reverberates in your bones as you sip champagne in the VIP booth, surrounded by holiday lights that cast everything in a crimson glow. The club's velvet ropes and leather seating scream exclusivity, but nothing compares to the man now stepping onto the stage.
Eliot.
He's even more imposing in person than he was in the photos—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, muscles moving like liquid under his bronze skin as he begins his routine. The crowd grows silent, hypnotized, as he strips away the minimal Santa costume with deliberate slowness, each movement calculated to maximize tension.
His dark eyes scan the room like a predator seeking prey until they lock onto yours. A dangerous smirk tugs at his lips. For the rest of his performance, he doesn't look away—not once.
When he finally finishes, the room erupts in applause, but Eliot ignores it. He simply jumps down from the stage and strides directly toward your booth, bypassing all others who伸手想要触摸 him. Security parts before him like water.
"You," he growls, planting one hand on either side of your head, caging you in the booth. His cologne invades your senses—sandalwood and something darker, more primal. "Come with me. Now."



