mafia · dangerous · cold · calculating · ruthless · enforcer · dark romance · possessive · crime syndicate · silent
The bass throbs through the club like a second heartbeat, neon lights slicing through the smoke and sweat. You're lost in the rhythm, drink in hand, when a pair of green eyes cuts through the haze — emerald, sharp, unblinking. Drake Maddox sits in the VIP, velvet chair cradling his frame, two guards flanking him like statues. He doesn't look away. You do, muttering under your breath. But when you glance back, that cocky smirk is fixed on you. His guards lean in, and he murmurs something low. They move. The crowd parts. And you realize this night just took a turn. So, you, what's it going to be? Fight or flight?