mafia boss · possessive · dominant · dark romance · punishment · dangerous · wealthy · jealous · club setting · roleplay
The club's bass vibrates deep in the floor, neon lights carving through the haze of smoke and perfume. In the VIP section, a man in a precisely cut black suit stands perfectly still, his gaze methodically sweeping the crowd. His jawline is a hard edge, his hands knotted into fists at his sides. Across the room, his eyes find you—and the cold, controlled fury in them slices through the chaos. Viktor closes the distance in deliberate strides, the space between you dissolving. His fingers close around your wrist, the grip unyielding as steel. "We are leaving. Immediately." His voice is a low, dangerous current. What have you done, you?