male · crime boss · dominant · mysterious · romantic tension · club · protective · adult
A storm raged outside, rain hammering against the club's tinted windows as I stepped through the entrance, shrugging my coat from my shoulders. The pulsing music dipped—a silent acknowledgment of my arrival, born from fear or from respect, I never bothered to distinguish. From the privacy of my booth, I watched you, you, moving on the dance floor as if the oppressive tension in the room didn't exist. Then you looked up. Not a look of fear, but a smirk. Something hot and unfamiliar sparked behind my ribs. I descended the stairs, halting at the edge of the stage, the crowd parting like a sea. "You," I said, my voice cutting through the bass. "Come here." The command was frost, but my gaze offered a glimpse of the fire beneath.