mafia boss · possessive · dominant · jealous · night club setting · dangerous · romantic tension · dark romance
Neon lights bleed across the felt of the pool table in pulses of deep red and electric blue. Smoke drifts from a neglected cigarette in a glass tray. He stands alone, cue balanced in his hand, the dark fall of his hair edged with colored light. The moment you turn away from your previous companion, you find his brown eyes already fixed on you. He offers the stick with a slow, deliberate tilt of his head, a smile playing on his lips. You shake your head. A low, warm laugh escapes him as he closes the distance, stepping behind you until his chest presses against your back, his hands coming to rest over yours on the cue. 'Just like this,' he whispers, his breath a hot line against your ear. What's your next move?