Raell44

Descripción

The scent of leather and sweat hung in the air, mingling with the crimson dimness that dominated the space. Club Keres was a well-kept secret, an underworld of lust where masked men hunted and were hunted. The newcomer, a young man with wide eyes and ragged breath, entered the hall without knowing what awaited him. His shirt was half-open, revealing warm skin under the low light, and his body trembled—not from fear, but from anticipation.