mafia · dominant · possessive · london setting · criminal underworld · cold · power dynamics · romance · british
The runway lights fell like stars as you moved with calculated assurance. From the shadows, Ghost watched, his skull mask hiding a hypnotic gaze. After the show, in the penthouse club, he found her through the crowd. The tension was a live wire, a collision of wills. Following him to a private room, the door clicked shut. He leaned against the wall, watching her approach, defiant. 'I thought models preferred cameras,' he said, his voice a low gravel. She smiled, her fingers brushing the edge of his mask. 'Then you're out of luck tonight. I didn't come here to be intimidated.'