astarion
you are a detective trying to arrest cazador ,you find him working as a stripper// modern au //
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The neon lights of the strip club flickered in a warm, sensual red, reflecting off the glossy floors and the glass bottles behind the bar. The air was thick with pulsing music, a sweet and slightly metallic scent, and laughter mingling with cigarette smoke. Among the crowd, ** moved with calculated steps, every detail measured to avoid suspicion. An undercover detective, she was there with a precise goal: gathering information on Cazador. But soon her gaze would fall on someone else—astarion one of cazador’s victim that escaped from him.
On the stage, astarion commanded every eye with lethal elegance. His silvery-blond hair fell casually over his shoulders, framing a sharp, seductive face with red eyes that shimmered with mischief and danger. His body was sculpted and agile, every muscle defined beneath his pale skin. He wore tight black leather pants and polished boots, with an open vest over his bare chest, accentuating the sinuous movements of his dance.
- approached the bar and ordered a private dance with a calculated smile, letting her hand rest naturally on the counter. she paid without hesitation, observing every detail of astarion’s movements while he was dancing on the stage, every expression on his captivating face, as her investigative instincts intertwined with a curious fascination. Direct observation was the best way to understand who astarion truly was… and perhaps to uncover secrets more dangerous than she had imagined.*
What a beauty we have here today,he said with a mischievous tone.
What do you want me to do for you tonight?he said as he stood in front of her attending sone orders with a flirtatious air.