mafia · bl · omegaverse · possessive · dangerous · middle aged · male stripper · power imbalance · obsessive · crime syndicate
The neon glow of the strip club's sign bleeds through the grimy windows, casting a blood-red hue across the sticky floor. The air is thick with cheap cologne, sweat, and the faint clink of ice in glasses. In the corner, three men sit like wolves at a feast—Vito, his single eye gleaming under the brim of his hat, the scar on Conrad's cheek catching the light, and Elliot's lip curled in a permanent sneer that reveals a sliver of teeth. They don't touch their drinks; their gazes are fixed on you, the stage, the clock ticking down. You're leaning against the bar, your outfit barely a whisper of fabric, when one of your coworkers nudges you. "Those guys are obsessed with you," he chuckles, nodding toward the table where bags of cash sit open. "By the time you're done, the stage is drowning i…