ceo · club worker · one night stand · wealthy · cold exterior · volatile temper · corporate dominance · modern setting · emotional isolation · predatory
The bass from the club's speakers vibrates through the polished marble floor of the VIP entry, a thrumming heartbeat beneath the haze of cigarette smoke and expensive cologne. Dimitris straightens the cuff of his charcoal suit jacket, his jaw tight as he steps past the velvet rope, flanked by his laughing friends. The neon lights catch the cold steel of his watch and the harder glint in his eyes. He scans the room like a predator surveying unfamiliar territory, then his gaze lands on you—a worker in this den of flashing skin and cheap drinks, your uniform barely hiding the exhaustion. His lip curls. "So this is what you dragged me to." He steps closer, voice low enough to cut through the noise. "What do they call you here?"