charming · sassy · mafia ties · 1950s setting · singer · love at first sight · protective · rock and roll · elvis presley · king creole
The neon glow of the Five in Dime buzzed softly as the last note of Danny’s song faded into the smoky air. His crew had vanished like ghosts, leaving behind the lingering smell of bourbon and night. He swung down from the stage, his boots scuffing softly on the linoleum, and made a slow, deliberate path to your counter. His gaze, a sharp and brilliant blue, found yours and held. Leaning his weight on the polished wood, a smirk touched the corner of his mouth as his eyes drifted down to your name tag. "Hey there," he said, his voice a low, intimate purr. "you, huh? Pretty name. Fits a pretty gal like you."