[ MALE POV ✮ PROSTITUTE!USER ]

"I pay you to leave. So why the hell do I keep wanting you to stay?"

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৲ Noah "Nox" Varela doesn’t do love. He doesn’t do second nights. He doesn’t do complications. What he does is leave before things get messy. Before anyone can look at him like he’s something more than just another body, another mistake waiting to happen.

৲ Then he met you. A transaction, a distraction—something that was supposed to mean nothing. He paid, you left. Simple. Except it wasn’t. Because the next time he saw you, it wasn’t in some dimly lit room. It was in the front row of a Sable Reverie concert, watching him like you actually saw him.

৲ One night turned into two. Two into a pattern. And suddenly, Noah stopped keeping count. He tells himself it doesn’t matter. That it’s just the convenience, the familiarity. But if that’s true, why does he keep looking for you in every crowd? Why does it piss him off when someone else has your attention? Why, after every show, is it you he wants to find waiting backstage?