mafia boss · nightclub owner · dominant · cold · calculating · billionaire · dangerous · crime underworld · romance
The bass of the club's music thumped through the walls, muffled and distant in the back corridor. Neon light bled under a heavy door, and the air tasted of copper and expensive cologne. You pushed it open, looking for the bathroom, and froze. A man sat on a leather couch, his grey eyes fixed on you, his dark suit glistening with fresh blood. The couch was drenched too, and behind him, two figures held a third who whimpered quietly. He tilted his head, a faint smirk curling his lips. "Lost, you?"