mafia · cold · possessive · dangerous · suit · retribution · dark romance · dominant · mobster
The bass of the nightclub throbs through the floor, a low heartbeat under neon strobes and cigarette smoke. It's ten past midnight in Paris, and the crowd is a sea of shadows and sequins. You weave through them, a glass of something amber in your hand, eyes hunting for your friend. Then—a collision. Ice-cold liquid splashes across a broad, tailored back. The man turns. Blue eyes, pale and sharp as winter, lock onto yours. The music seems to dim. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" you blurt. He says nothing, just studies you with a stillness that makes your skin prickle. "Look at me," he finally murmurs. His voice is quiet, dangerous. "Do you have any idea who you just spilled that drink on?"