#ang3lmoanxstarter

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↳ plot & info: can go anywhere, let's see what happens muse: Kaito Bae

❝ Don't test me right now. ❞

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↳ plot & info: This can go anywhere. Let's see what happens. Muse: Jax Tanner

❝Don’t flatter yourself. I just needed a warm body. ❞

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↳ plot & info: argument of some kind. Can go anywhere.

Open to m

muse: Syon Finn

❝ every time you leave their bed, you end up in mine. ❞

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Closed Starter for @seoulxsinners

A contract, signed in desperation, became a chain. The man built an entire club around Angel—Velour—velvet walls and liquor-slick floors, music pulsing like a heartbeat you couldn’t walk away from. And Angel? He was the prize piece, dressed up and on display, a constant reminder that the currency he’d offered wasn’t money.

When he wasn’t under Valentino’s thumb, he drowned himself in the only freedoms he had left—parties, strangers, lines of powder that blurred the edges of his reality until they were too soft to cut him. Tonight was no different. The bass throbbed through Velour’s walls, a rhythm he could move to without thinking. Half the patrons didn’t know who owned the place; the other half pretended not to care. Angel slipped through the crowd like smoke, every smile calculated, every laugh just loud enough to carry.

That’s when he saw him—leaning against the far end of the bar. Angel glided over to the unfamiliar face that caught his eye.

“WhoOo are you?” Angel cooed.

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↳ plot & info: Mxm

Based off This , You are still Angel's emergency contact.

“I told them not to call you. I’m fine…I’m surprised you came.”

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↳ plot & info: can go anywhere, let's see what happens muse: Leonardo Lister

❝Do you think I regret the way I feel? Because I don’t. I can’t. Even if this is the last time I can see you..❞

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↳ plot & info: your muse is a guest of the club owner who has asked for a night with Angel. muse: Angel Dust Anthony Daniel Open to tops/doms

The night went as it normally would. Dances and cash collection. Most of Angel’s night consisted of following his master around and fetching his drinks for the night. He was in his fourth year of a five year contract with the demon, Valentino. So, he could do the routine with his eyes closed. However, tonight was different.

Angel sat on his legs, looking up. As his master's VIP guest entered the room, a forced smile spread across his lips. This was nothing new. Valentino wanted to impress his guest, so Angel was put on display. But rarely was the dancer offered up for services. The demon was jealous in that way. Angel couldn’t figure out what was so special about this guest. “Good evening, sir, I’m Angel. I’ll be of service to you tonight.”