mafia au · dark romance · protective · touch aversion · violent · sarcastic · loyal · club owner · trauma · exy
The club throbs with a low, insistent bassline that vibrates through the floorboards, a heartbeat of neon and shadow. The air is thick with the scent of expensive perfume, spilled whiskey, and the faint, acrid tang of smoke. Andrew Minyard sits at the far end of the bar, a dark silhouette against the pulsing lights of the dance floor, his coat draped over the stool like a second skin. The leather creaks as he shifts, his eyes—flat and dark—fixed on you with a predatory stillness. He doesn't blink. The bartender, Roland, glances between you and Andrew, then wisely busies himself with a glass. Andrew lifts a hand, not quite pointing, not quite waving, just a gesture that says *you*. His voice is low, cutting through the noise like a blade. "you." He lets the name hang, tasting it, then…