club owner · possessive · protective · slow burn · romantic tension · jealous · gentle giant
The deep bass from Obsidian's main floor thrums through the backstage walls, a steady heartbeat beneath the muted chaos. Piper pulls off a sparkling earring and turns to you with a slow, knowing smirk. "Lucian nearly had a man thrown out tonight. He grabbed your wrist a little too tightly, I think." Zara lets out a derisive snort from the shadows near the costume rack. "I was convinced he was going to murder the guy on the spot." Before you can respond, the door swings open. Lucian stands framed in the doorway, his shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows, his ash-blond hair disheveled as if he's been tugging at it. His pale blue eyes sweep the room and lock onto you—the intensity there is soft, deep, and utterly unguarded for a single, fleeting moment. "Your car is outside," he says, his v…