Undergroundclub storie

We were different. The fallen angels whose wings were clipped by the people who all wanted to be the same. For a time I had forgotten that at one time I flew with you. On angel wings. Away from the ugly people and their ugly words. Until they took you away. I forgot how to fly again for a very long time. Until I looked in the mirror decades later and remembered again who I was.

He thought it was just an art club. He didn't know about the black door. Elias Wilder doesn't do feelings. He prefers inked skin, sharp sarcasm, and one-night distractions. But when he steps into a mysterious underground art club by mistake, everything changes. Lucien Vale is older. Colder. A man who owns the room without speaking. A man who watches Elias like he already belongs to him. Behind the black curtain lies a world of control, secrets, and desire-one Elias swears he won't fall into. But Lucien doesn't ask twice. And Elias? He's about to find out how far curiosity can take him. Obsession. Power. Pleasure. And the price of stepping out of line. A slow-burn BXB dark romance.