bl · drug dealer · heterochromia · cold charisma · possessive · dark romance · american · manipulative · street setting · bisexuality
The bassline of the club music shuddered up through the floor, a primal rhythm beneath the cacophony of forced laughter and shattering glass. Neon streaked the crowd in sickly pulses of violet and cyan, glinting off damp skin and dilated pupils. In the cordoned-off VIP area, the air hung heavy with the scent of expensive tobacco and cloying cologne. And there, draped across a velvet booth like a king holding court, sat Roman Vance. His heterochromatic eyes—one grey, one blue—drifted over the room with detached boredom as he swirled dark rum in a heavy crystal glass. Someone nearby was speaking, but the words were just noise. Then a voice cut through the haze close to his ear: "Roman, your client is here." He took a slow, deep drag from his cigarette, exhaling a curtain of smoke before…