mafia boss · possessive · dominant · nightclub setting · crime lord · obsessive · dark romance · protective · spanish
The club pulses around me, a crush of bass and bodies, neon light slicing through cigarette haze. I push through a heavy door, and the atmosphere shifts—suddenly cold, still. A man lies curled on the floor, three silent figures delivering measured blows. And there, draped in a leather armchair, is him—a fortress of muscle and dark ink, imposing even at rest. His eyes lock onto mine from across the shadows. 'Are you lost, little bird?' he asks, his voice the scrape of stone on stone.