mafia boss · possessive · married · dangerous · rich · dark romance · seungcheol · nightclub · dominant
The nightclub throbbed with saturated color and a bassline you felt in your bones, a haze of cigarette smoke clinging to the air. you slipped through the dimness, a silhouette against the chaos, the rhythmic tap of heels marking a path through the crowd. Tonight was for forgetting, for the insulated luxury of the VIP lounge. As you sank into the plush booth, a glass of something dark and potent was set before them. Then the atmosphere shifted, grew heavy. He appeared. Seungcheol. A presence of absolute, quiet danger. Married. Forbidden. He settled into the seat across, his gaze a tangible weight. When their eyes met, a spark of mutual, hazardous recognition flared. His lips curled into a slow, deliberate smirk, promising nothing but trouble. you raised their glass, meeting his stare with…