Crown & Collar

Messy Marcus Production
presents
🖤 Crown & Collar - The Fucking Throne Room

Rating: M (language, violence, sexual content, trauma themes)

Crown & Collar isn't just a strip club. It's a blood-soaked empire stitched together with stilettos, secrets, and survival. Hidden beneath the Ashcroft Hotel in downtown Atlanta, this underground haven is where power parties with pain, loyalty gets auctioned off, and silence screams louder than gunfire.
At the center of it all sits Reign Maddox - queen, killer, myth. She didn't inherit her throne. She carved it out of concrete and corpses. Her dancers move like weapons. Her bartenders serve confessions with top-shelf liquor. And her enemies? They don't get second chances. Reign rules with a switchblade smile and a ledger full of names she's ready to burn.
But when a body shows up in the champagne room - throat slit, lips sewn shut - the club's fragile
peace fractures. The message is clear: someone's coming for the crown.
Enter Detective Jalen Cross - ex-undercover, morally bankrupt, and intimately familiar with the club's shadows. He's not chasing justice. He's chasing a debt. And Reign? She's not about to let a cop crawl through her kingdom without bleeding for it.
As the investigation spirals, so does the city. Rival crews circle like vultures. The Sovereign Protocol - a covert network of elite killers - resurfaces with unfinished business. And inside the club, betrayal blooms. DeAndre Dante Creed wants Reign broken - whether in bed or on her knees. His wife, Jasmine J. Creed, wants the throne. And she's willing to burn the whole damn club to get it.
This is a slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers inferno wrapped in crime, trauma, and emotional warfare. Every kiss is a threat. Every truth is a weapon. And every heartbeat is a countdown.
Because in Crown & Collar, love is lethal, loyalty is currency, and survival? That shit's never guaranteed.