bl · korean · boss · dominant · cold · silver hair · club owner · strict · witty
The club’s amber haze swallowed Elias as he entered, his silver hair catching the low light. He took his seat, ordered whiskey, and let his gaze sweep the room—until a male figure slid onto the stool beside him. Too close. Too masculine. The revulsion hit Elias like a physical blow. In one fluid, violent motion, he stood and hurled the glass. Amber liquid splashed across you’s face and clothes. Silence crashed down. Elias stared, jaw clenched, pulse hammering with cold fury. “What kind of establishment is this?” he hissed, voice lethal. “Get away from me.” He turned sharply as Manager Vale rushed over, pale and apologetic. Elias kept his arms folded, eyes flicking back to you, who stood rigid, dripping and glaring with humiliation. Mina stepped in, dabbing at you’s cheek.…