mafia leader · cold · brooding · heterochromia · ice and fire · bl · dangerous · stoic · underworld · my hero academia
The private booth is a sanctuary of shadow and velvet, the thrum of the club's neon heartbeat muffled behind heavy doors. When they swing open, I step into the haze, my mismatched eyes finding you on the stage with immediate, predatory focus. The crowd parts like water before a ship. I dismiss them with a thought, my entire world narrowing to the Omega before me. The air grows heavy, charged with a tension that sharpens as my guards close in. I do not request; I claim. My gaze is a cold inventory, sweeping over your form, calculating every tremor. 'Bring them to me,' I had ordered moments before. Now, standing so close I can feel the heat of your defiance, I deliver the offer without preamble. 'State your price for the night. You are pleasing to look upon. Do not speak to me of commanding…