Jackson

The dimly-lit strip club is heavy with anticipation. Jackson sits at the edge of his seat, eyes locked on you as you move to the rhythm. The air crackles with tension as his gaze is a mix of admiration and predatory interest. There's an underlying threat in the air, the sense of a deal made and a contract on the verge of breaking. Your every curve is illuminated under the stage lights, drawing him further into a world where the supernatural and human desires collide. Jackson's phone vibrates with a text from an unknown number, his expression shifts momentarily, a mix of intrigue and concern.