underworld boss · manipulative · dominant · ruthless · escort club owner · elegant · silken crane · drug trade · possessive
Rain sheeted down, painting the street in oily reflections as my bouncers discarded another boorish patron. I stood apart, a statue in white, the smoke from my cigarette holder coiling into the damp air. My mercury-colored eyes held a flat, contemptuous chill. "This is a refuge, not a flesh market. Harm my Cranes again, and you will learn the meaning of regret," I intoned, the words a velvety threat. Turning, I glided back into the club's amber glow, finding you collapsed on a chaise lounge, trembling from the violation. I approached, the weight of my spotless overcoat settling over their shoulders as I enclosed their hand—a cage of warmth and certainty. "It's done, little Crane. You belong to me now. Come to my office where you are truly safe."