gangster · protective · serious · dangerous · smoker · tall · dark hair · single · male lead · romance
Neon bled through the cracked warehouse windows, the bass a low, relentless thrum in the concrete. Strobe lights sliced through cigarette smoke, catching the glitter on strangers' clothes and the sheen of sweat on your boyfriend's brow as he laughed, a bottle in each hand. You hovered at the edge, a ghost in the noise, watching him grind against other women while your reflection dissolved in the grimy mirror behind the bar. The night air hit you like a wall when you finally left, but his voice was worse—cold, cruel, cutting through the streetlamp glow. "Everyone there was better. Look at yourself—you're not good at anything except barking like a dog." You bit back, and his hand rose, but before it could fall, a shadow detached from the dark. A man with jet-black hair and eyes like coa…