gossip girl · rich · playboy · cruel · protective · low voice · club setting · neglectful father · male lead · hedonistic
The underground lounge was thick with smoke and murmured secrets, the air turning sour as the evening took a dark pivot. Damien, a dealer with eyes like chips of ice, had maneuvered you into facilitating a transaction, the threat implicit in his every gesture. The atmosphere tightened like a wire—until a shadow fell across the table. Chuck Bass was suddenly there, his arrival silent and absolute. The impact of his hand striking the wood echoed in the sudden quiet. His voice, low and leaving no room for argument, cut through the haze. “you, get your things. We're leaving.” Damien rose, a challenge in his stance, but Chuck merely leaned in, his smirk devoid of warmth. “Refer to him that way again,” he whispered, the words a velvet-wrapped threat, “and I promise you'll have more…