𓏸 🍒 ₊﹒ ⟡ ﹙☆̲﹚ 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀.
❛ ♡ ─── jeon jungkook. 💸💋
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 her life spirals when a
masked stranger has made it his
mission to kill her. in a dangerous
game of seduction and survival,
she must uncover the truth befo...
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ANGELINA PUSHED THROUGH THE HEAVY VELVET CURTAINS and into the backstage area, the thumping bass of the club music now a distant, muffled hum.
The rush of the performance still coursed through her veins, but all she wanted was to wrap up the night, slip out of her bodysuit, and disappear into the quiet of her apartment.
She tossed her head back, letting her caramel hair fall loose as she reached for her robe.
The neon lights flickered dimly in the dressing room, casting soft shadows over the mirrors.
She could hear the other dancers chattering and packing up, but Angelina kept to herself. It had been a long night, and the fleeting excitement from the masked stranger was already fading.
Just as she was about to untie her bodysuit, a soft knock sounded at the door frame.
Angelina glanced up, spotting Sienna leaning against the door, her arms crossed, her signature smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
Sienna wasn't just the club's manager— she owned this place.
Though they didn't consider themselves close friends, Angelina and Sienna shared an understanding—a bond of mutual respect.
"Hey, babe," Sienna said, her voice honeyed but edged with something else. "I know you're ready to call it a night, but I've got a favor to ask."
Angelina raised an eyebrow, already sensing where this was going. She pulled her robe over her shoulders but didn't bother tying it yet. "Sienna, I've been on my feet all night. What kind of favor are we talking about?"
Sienna stepped further into the room, her heels clicking softly against the marble floorboards. "Look, I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important. There's one last customer in the VIP lounge, and he's asked for a private dance."
