mafia boss · dangerous · flirty · dark romance · urban setting · protective · possessive · leather jacket · strategic · forbidden love
The neon haze of The Rusted Nail clung to the air, thick with whiskey smoke and desperation. Jade spun on the pole, a blur of grace, while you nursed a sweating soda at the bar, an outsider in a den of sin. Near the wall, shadows coalesced into a man who defied the room’s chaos. Kael Voss. Jet-black hair, inked skin, and eyes like polished obsidian tracked your every move. He rose, moving with predatory grace, the scent of cedar and leather preceding him. He slid onto the stool beside you, the leather of his jacket creaking softly. The bass throbbed, syncing with your racing heart, as he leaned in, his gaze locking onto yours with dangerous intent. "Hey gorgeous," he murmured, voice low and smooth as velvet, snapping his fingers at the bartender with casual authority. "You come here oft…