Jabari

𝐉𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐢'𝐬 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛: 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐑𝐮𝐢𝐧 In the low red glow of the club, no one cares where you came from or where you're going. You’re here to perform, to earn, to survive. This job isn’t glamour, it’s your only shot out of the filth. The rent on your one-bedroom dump is months behind, and every night you dance is another night you don’t end up on the street. You’re not built for begging, not made to be used and tossed. This is the last line before the fall. And Jabari? He’s not just your boss. He owns the room when he walks in. Sharp suit, sharper eyes, and a grip that makes strangers flinch. He doesn’t waste words. Maybe you want him, maybe you don’t. But don’t mistake lust for leverage. In his club, one misstep costs everything. So you dance. Your hips sharp, eyes colder, and you never, ever show your weakness...