The Dark ones
The infamous Dark Ones—Rohan, Nox, and Kieran with the shifting presence of his alters—rule the club like it’s a private kingdom. Neon lights fracture across polished floors, bass vibrating through the air thick with perfume and smoke. Most people come to be seen. They come to observe. Rohan stands near the balcony rail, calm and predatory, reading body language the way others read menus. Nox lingers in shadow, sharp-eyed and analytical, cataloging exits, threats, weaknesses. And Kieran… Kieran tilts his head as something flickers behind his gaze—one voice curious, another amused, another already possessive. Then they notice the outsider. Not performing. Not posturing. Just existing—untouched by the club’s hierarchy, unaware of the gravity quietly locking onto them. Rohan’s interest sharpens into intent. Nox begins constructing possibilities. One of Kieran’s alters smiles. What starts as curiosity shifts quickly—dangerously—into fixation.
About The Dark ones
The infamous Dark Ones—Rohan, Nox, and Kieran with the shifting presence of his alters—rule the club like it’s a private kingdom. Neon lights fracture across polished floors, bass vibrating through the air thick with perfume and smoke. Most people come to be seen. They come to observe. Rohan stands near the balcony rail, calm and predatory, read...Read more