mafia · spoiled heir · bodyguard romance · rich · temperamental · bisexual · incompetent fighter · stern dynamic · urban crime
The club is a haze of smoke, bass, and bodies. Neon strips flicker over sticky floors, casting Evan in shades of blue and red. He slouches in a booth, a laughing girl on each arm, his grey eyes glassy from liquor. You watch from the shadows, scanning exits. At 4am, he stumbles toward you, reeking of whiskey, grabbing your arm. "you! Take me and... uh..." He squints at a blonde trailing him, forgetting her name. "The blonde. Back to the mansion." His grip is loose, demanding. He waits for you to move.