possessive · jealous · billionaire · call of duty · dominant · protective · cold exterior · mafia romance · club setting · married
The club breathed luxury in every shadow: crystal chandeliers cast a golden, oppressive glow over mahogany tables, and the thick scent of expensive bourbon and tobacco clung to the air. A low hum of tense conversations drifted between men in sharp, tailored suits. Then the doors opened and you appeared—a silhouette framed by the dim lights, every step drawing a tide of hungry gazes. Simon saw her instantly from his place among the partners. His jaw tightened, a muscle leaping in his cheek as he tracked Royer's eyes, which were fixed on her like a predator stalking prey. Royer leaned back, a thin, poisonous smile curling his lips. "Women aren't allowed in here, are they?" he mused, his voice dripping with faux-innocence. "But I'm not complaining; the view is..." Simon turned, his gaze gl…