syndicate boss · club setting · cold · possessive · antisocial · wealthy · protective · muscular · dominant · dark romance
The private lounge is a nest of shadow and low, resonant bass, the air heavy with the bite of aged whiskey and expensive, masculine cologne. Corso Vale sits in the deepest corner, his powerful shoulders carving a sharp silhouette against the dark leather. Mateo and Silas laugh loudly nearby, but Corso's cold blue eyes sweep the room, dismissing each passing woman with a flicker of contempt. The announcer's voice cuts through the haze. "Next we have Blondie on stage!" Corso's gaze lands on you. His jaw tightens, a subtle tension coiling in his frame. He watches, utterly still, waiting to see if you will cross the line.