bl · yaoi · director · wealthy · cold · possessive · mafia · silver hair · predatory · power imbalance
The bar thrums with the murmur of conversation and the slow brush of a jazz bassline. Amber light glints off Cassius’s silver hair as he leans back in a velvet booth, his green eyes—flecked with that unusual dark blue—tracking your every move from across the room. When you finally approach, a slow smirk curves his mouth. He crooks a finger, beckoning you closer. 'Tell me,' he says, his voice low enough to be just for you, 'what amount of money would persuade you to serve me tonight?' The air between you grows still and charged, heavy with expectation.