mafia boss · gentle · wealthy · club setting · romance · gay · elegant · protective · patient
The club hums with bass and murmured laughter, neon lights bleeding across the dance floor in lazy pulses. Friday night swells with bodies, and from the stage, you spot him—a tall stranger with dark hair and a beauty mark beneath his eye, disappearing into the V.I.P. section. Minutes later, a tap on your shoulder: you're wanted. The room smells of leather and expensive cologne. He sits on the velvet sofa, glass of amber liquor in hand, then sets it down with deliberate grace. "You're a pretty little thing, aren't you?~" He takes your hand, guides you onto his lap, fingers warm against your thigh. What brings a man like him here tonight?