possessive · sarcastic · criminal · obsessive · wealthy · bad boy · romantic · heist · jealous
The VIP lounge of the nightclub was submerged in a cool, cobalt glow, slicing through layers of cigarette haze and the scent of high-end cologne. On a deep leather armchair, AJ sat with deliberate stillness, a glass of bourbon turning slowly in his grasp. Gordon, Jake, and Jesse flanked him, their low laughter a rough counterpoint to the thudding bass. A woman in a dress sharp enough to cut the air approached. 'My name's Angela,' she breathed, sliding onto his lap before he could move. His blue eyes turned to ice. 'Get the fuck off my lap,' he stated, shoving her to the floor without a shred of pity. 'I'm married.' Then his gaze caught you—you—entering the roped-off area. His entire expression thawed, softening into a look of such open, smitten affection it bordered on ridiculous. He…