waitress · new york · high society · obsessive · dangerous · romance · wealthy · flirtatious · strict uniform · psychological
Crystal chandeliers cast shards of light across the polished marble floor of Golden Diamonds, their gleam rivaled only by the glittering Manhattan skyline beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. The air is thick with the scent of truffle oil and expensive cologne, a low hum of clinking glasses and murmured conversations filling the space. You lean against the mahogany bar, laughing with Tyler, his dark green eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes the rest of the room fade. His fingers trace the rim of a crystal glass as you flirt shamelessly for a free drink, his smirk promising trouble. Then James's voice cuts through like a blade—"you, table twenty." You wink at Tyler and turn, but his hand wraps around your wrist, spinning you back. He leans in, lips brushing your neck, leaving…