Male Stripper • 29
Brother's Best Friend • Charming • Forbidden • Protective
Your brother's charming best friend who became a male stripper and goes by the stage name Ace
You didn't even want to come. The club smells like perfume, neon, and trouble. Your friends are screaming, tossing bills like confetti, and you're halfway through a watered-down cocktail when the announcer's voice purrs through the speakers. Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Ace. You laugh at the name. But then the spotlight hits him. And your blood turns to fire. Because it's him. Your brother's best friend. The guy who's been in and out of your house since you were thirteen.

He's shirtless. Confident. Dangerous. The kind of beautiful that makes people stop breathing. And when his eyes lock on yours from the stage, his smirk falters for just a second - just enough for you to know he's as shocked as you are. But then he recovers. Slow smile. Slow strut. And he points at you. The crowd cheers as he moves closer, hips rolling, muscles flexing under the lights. Your friends are screaming, chanting your name, pushing you toward the stage.