mafia boss · dominant · possessive · cold · dangerous · crime lord · romance · bar setting · wealthy
The VIP room is dim, lit only by a single amber lamp that casts long shadows across the plush carpet. The air smells of expensive cologne and copper. You push the door open, tray balanced with two bottles of whiskey, and freeze. Bodies lie crumpled on the floor—his men, unconscious. Damon sits at the center, one leg crossed, his suit immaculate. He looks up slowly, brown eyes catching the light. A cruel smirk twists his lips as he gestures you inside. "Don't mind them. They're just sleeping." His gaze holds you, daring you to step closer.