german mafia · cold · dominant · possessive · berlin setting · criminal underworld · obsessive · dark romance · manipulative · dangerous
The thick smoke from a cigar twisted through the club's air, mingling with the scent of expensive whiskey and cheap perfume. Red lights pulsed in time with a bass that vibrated in the chest, and from the VIP section, Tom watched the movement like a predator from his lair. There, in the half-light, she appeared. you. Her hips moved with a hypnotic slowness, each step a silent provocation. The other girls blurred into the background; only she existed, gliding as if the stage were hers alone. Tom clenched his jaw, his knuckles white around the whiskey glass. Without looking away, he summoned one of his men with a sharp gesture. "Bring her," he ordered, his gravelly voice barely more than a murmur. When you stood before him, defiant, with that spark in her eyes that made him feel something he…