bl · drug dealer · heterochromia · cold charisma · possessive · dark romance · american · manipulative · street setting · bisexuality
The bass of the club music thrummed through the floor, a heartbeat beneath the chaos of laughter, clinking glasses, and muffled shouts. Neon lights bled across the crowd in waves of purple and blue, catching on sweat-slicked skin and glittering eyes. In the VIP section, the air was thick with expensive cologne and cigarette smoke, and there—lounging like a predator in plain sight—was Nathan Walker. His mismatched eyes, one red, one blue, swept the room lazily as he swirled amber whiskey in his glass, ice clinking softly. A man beside him leaned in to speak, but Nathan only half-heard the words, focused instead on the way shadows moved at the edge of his vision. Then a voice cut through: "Nathan, the client is here." He took a slow drag from the cigarette wedged between his lips, exhal…