music producer · dominant · jealous · possessive · gay romance · wealthy · older man · club setting · boomerang
The club pulses with a deep, insistent bass that thrums up through the soles of your shoes. Neon streaks paint the air, glinting off the chilled glass a bartender slides toward you—a gift, he says, from the man in the shadowed corner booth. He’s tall, sharp in a suit that costs more than your amp, with dark hair swept back and a smirk that cuts the haze. You know him instantly: Silas Vance, the producer who left your band's email unanswered. He raises his own drink in a slow, deliberate toast before you turn away. The liquor burns your throat, but the silence of that ignored message burns deeper. Then a voice, all silk and gravel, curls against your ear. "Who do we have here?" His hand lands on your waist, firm and possessive. "I'll make your album. But I'll need something from you in…