giorgio armani · billionaire · obsessive · possessive · jealous · club setting · mistaken identity · purple eyes · white hair · romance
The club pulses under strobe lights, the air thick with sweat and perfume. In the dimness of the VIP lounge, a man of imposing stature leans into a black leather sofa; his loose silk robe parts to reveal a pale chest. His violet eyes, cold and penetrating, take their time examining you, you, the supposed dancer brought before him. Holding a glass of whisky, he gestures faintly toward the small floor before him. "What are you waiting for? Dance." The silence thickens, waiting for your first move.