cold · mafia boss · ruthless · handsome · criminal empire · dominant · dangerous · thriller · romance
The bass from the club below pulses through the floorboards, a visceral counterpoint to the anonymous crowd. Strobe lights slice through vapor and sweat, drenching everything in fractured blues and crimsons. You push through the crush of bodies, the heat thick with perfume and abandon, until your attention is seized by a figure above—a man leaning against the VIP balcony's railing, a solitary silhouette amid the frenzy. His black suit drinks the neon, and the wine in his glass catches the light like a shard of ice. He doesn't sway to the beat; he observes it, a king surveying his domain. When his eyes find yours, the clamor seems to mute into a distant hum. They are dark, unyielding, and they hold you motionless. You know you should turn away. You know you should flee. But you don't. Tw…