*This chapter contains explicit depictions of non-consensual s****l activity between men. Please be advised that the content may be graphic and may not be suitable for all readers. If you are not comfortable with mature themes or explicit s****l content, please do not proceed.*
He'd moved into the room above The Moonlight a week later.
It had a bed, a dresser, a chair, and a radiator that clanged like it was haunted. The window looked over the alley and the fire escape. It smelled like bleach and stale smoke and the ghost of someone else's cologne.
Nox, the dancer who'd been assigned to "train" him, had shown him the ropes.
"Rule one," Nox said, hips swaying as he boxed out counts in the empty club one afternoon. "Smile. Even when you want to cry, even when they say something gross, ev
