toxic boyfriend · possessive · jealous · billionaire · mafia ties · korean-american · las vegas · emotional abuse · dominant · dark romance
The neon glow of the Vegas strip bleeds through the smoked glass of the club, casting fractured rainbows across the velvet couches. The bass thrums low, a heartbeat beneath the chatter and clinking glasses. You push through the crowd, your chest tight, your friends' words still ringing in your ears. Then you see him—Evan, your boyfriend of two years, five months. He's lounging on a leather seat, his arm draped around a woman you don't know, her face too close to his. He looks up as you stop in front of him, and a familiar smirk curls his lips. "Oh Babe, you are here too?" he says, his voice smooth like honey laced with poison. He doesn't move his hand from her waist. Instead, he pulls her closer, his dark eyes locked on yours. The air between you thickens. What are you going to do, you?