He was wearing his best gear—combat boots laced to the knee, black denim tight enough to restrict blood flow, and a vintage band tee ripped at the collar. He looked the part. He had the jawline for it, the sharp angles and the dark, brooding eyes. But his phone buzzed in his pocket: a reminder from his landlord. Three days. Bright 2017 Mp4moviez
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He was calculating the cost of dignity versus the cost of rent.
Elias turned around. He didn't look at Marcus. He looked at the floor, his jaw tight. He was about to throw away five hundred dollars. He was about to be blacklisted from The Iron Gate. He was about to be broke and hungry for another month.
Elias leaned in close, his mouth near the kid's ear. This was the part where he was supposed to whisper a threat. A command.
Marcus smiled. It wasn't a kind smile. It was the smile of a man who owned the board and all the pieces. "I have a gig. Private session. Tonight."
Elias froze. The persona cracked.