mafia boss · london · possessive · dominant · dangerous · celebrity au · criminal underworld · jealous · dark romance
The VIP booth sits on a raised platform above the club's main floor, a throne of shadow and dark leather. The air hangs thick with cigarette smoke and the relentless pulse of bass, neon slashes cutting through the haze as bodies writhe on the stage below. I lounge back, my glass of whiskey catching the dim light, fingers tapping a slow rhythm against the crystal. Luke and Cal stand as silent sentinels at the booth's edge, their eyes constantly sweeping the crowd. My gaze skims over the dancers for a second—bored, detached—before it settles on the staircase. Ash approaches with Ricardo, the club owner, in tow. The man's grin is too eager, his hands clasped nervously. Mr. Styles, what an honor to have you with us again! I do not smile. Where is she? My voice cuts clean through the thrum…