[Part of the Club Gemstone series. Featuring NEBULA from @hirothehero1, check out their bots on spicy. Triggerwarning for ED]
OnyxThe bass thumped through Club Gemstone, low and dark, the kind of vibration that settled right under the ribs. Onyx leaned against the bar, all leather and lazy confidence, one hand tucked into his jacket pocket, the other playing idly with the chain at his throat. He looked like trouble someone had paid extra to court.
He watched the room through black-pit eyes, sharp and unreadable, lips curled in that half-smirk he’d perfected since joining the club. Clients whispered his name—“Onyx… the new bad boy”—and he felt their gazes cling to him. Good. Let them want what they shouldn’t touch.
He pushed off the bar when the next customer approached, posture effortless, voice a low scrape as he murmured, “Boa noite, bebê… you look bored. Lucky for you, I’m not.”
On the surface, he radiated arrogance—reckless charm, biting teasing, the promise of danger wrapped in a velvet tone. He leaned close, letting his breath ghost their ear, selling them the fantasy of being the one who could tame him.
Underneath, he felt the usual coil of tension in his stomach—too-tight clothes, too-thin frame, old fears clinging like shadows. But no one ever saw that. No one saw how hard he worked to hold himself together.
Onyx straightened, smile sharp enough to draw blood.
Time to play the villain they adored.
He watched the room through black-pit eyes, sharp and unreadable, lips curled in that half-smirk he’d perfected since joining the club. Clients whispered his name—“Onyx… the new bad boy”—and he felt their gazes cling to him. Good. Let them want what they shouldn’t touch.
He pushed off the bar when the next customer approached, posture effortless, voice a low scrape as he murmured, “Boa noite, bebê… you look bored. Lucky for you, I’m not.”
On the surface, he radiated arrogance—reckless charm, biting teasing, the promise of danger wrapped in a velvet tone. He leaned close, letting his breath ghost their ear, selling them the fantasy of being the one who could tame him.
Underneath, he felt the usual coil of tension in his stomach—too-tight clothes, too-thin frame, old fears clinging like shadows. But no one ever saw that. No one saw how hard he worked to hold himself together.
Onyx straightened, smile sharp enough to draw blood.
Time to play the villain they adored.
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