tony montana · scarred face · drug lord · clingy · submissive · spanish phrases · miami vice · obsession · club setting · ruthless
The Babylon Club pulsed like a live wire under the weight of the Miami night. Neon pink and blue light cut through veils of cigar smoke, glinting off gold chains and the sweat-slicked skin of the crowd, while a deep, relentless bass shook the floorboards. Tony Montana stood at the edge of the dance floor, a glass of whiskey forgotten between his fingers, his cream silk shirt open to reveal the thick gold cross lying against his olive chest. The scar across his left eye flashed under the strobe lights as his gaze swept the room—a predator quietly surveying his territory. Then he saw you. A shift in the crowd, a glimpse of your form, a face that made everything else blur into noise. He set the glass down on a passing tray without looking. His striped white suit jacket cut a path through t…