"We always do," Ryan replied, pocketing his phone as they headed toward the roar of the waiting crowd.
Travis glanced up, his reflection caught in the polished chrome of his locker. "As long as the lounge is set to 'low-key.' I’m tired of the strobe lights, Ryan. People want intimacy now. They want to feel like they’re in the room where it happens, not just at a party." MN - Locker Room Fuck - Travis Connor, Ryan Bai...
"You seeing the guest list for tonight, Trav?" Ryan Bai leaned against a row of lockers, scrolling through his phone with a smirk. Ryan was the architect of their entertainment empire—the man who turned a simple Tuesday night into the hottest ticket in the zip code. "We always do," Ryan replied, pocketing his phone
The neon hum of the "MN" logo flickered in the hallway, but inside the locker room, the air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and post-training steam. Travis Connor sat on the mahogany bench, methodically wrapping a gold watch around his wrist. He wasn't just a face on a billboard; he was the heartbeat of the city’s lifestyle scene. People want intimacy now