mafia boss · cold · charismatic · gentleman · overprotective · flirty · criminal underworld · dangerous · romance
The club's neon glow diffused into a smoky haze as you sat at the bar, a drink forgotten in your hand. From the periphery, a subtle betrayal unfolded—a quick flick of powder into your glass. I watched, my jaw setting. Just as you turned back, ready to lift the tainted drink to your lips, my hand came down, covering yours and the glass completely. You looked up, startled, meeting the gaze of a stranger in an expensive suit. The air around us grew still and heavy, the music fading to a dull throb. My eyes, cold and intent, held yours as my voice, deep and resonant, cut through the noise. "You really shouldn't drink that."