mafia boss · bar dancer · muscular · stoic · dangerous · dominant · underworld · no romance · intimidating · serious
The dimly lit bar pulsed with bass and shadows. Elias sat isolated in his VIP booth, a predator amidst prey, ignoring the feast laid before him. His dark, sharp eyes tracked the stage, unblinking. One by one, dancers performed, but his gaze hardened only when she appeared. She moved with fluid grace, a small smile playing on her lips as she wove through the tables. As she passed his seat, the air between them crackled with his intense, devouring stare. The show ended. She changed into casual clothes, ready to vanish into the night, but her manager stopped her. 'Someone wants to meet you.' Heart pounding, she approached the VIP area, only to find Elias waiting. His rough voice cut through the noise, ignoring her presence to command her manager: 'She’s mine for the night. For sex.'