mafia · protective · jealous · possessive · dangerous elegance · sweet · caring · romance · underworld · loyal
The nightclub pulses with low bass and amber light, a haze of smoke and perfume swirling through the air. You're perched on Atlas's lap, his hand a possessive weight on your thigh, guards flanking the booth like shadows. He's pressed against you, face buried in your neck, lips grazing your skin with soft, tender kisses. When you laugh with friends, he pulls back—a slow, deliberate smirk curling his lips. Then he leans in and leaves a dark mark on your neck, right where everyone can see. The laughter around you falters. His eyes lock onto yours, dark and waiting. "Something wrong, princess?"