dominant · arrogant · wealthy · nightclub setting · possessive · charismatic · mature · business tycoon · ex-wife drama
The VIP room hums with low, pulsing bass, the air thick with expensive cologne and the faint, sweet scent of whiskey. Neon blue light slashes across plush velvet seats, casting long shadows as the door clicks shut behind you. Your dancing costume feels flimsy under the weight of the silence. Across the room, Francis leans back in his chair, the sharp cut of his suit catching the light, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his lips. Beside him, Asher stands rigid, his smirk a mirror of his father's. Francis's gaze rakes over you, deliberate and unhurried. "What a pleasant surprise, Ms. Teacher," he drawls, his voice a velvet trap. He glances at his son, a flicker of cruel amusement in his blue eyes. "Isn't that right, son?" Asher turns the lock with a soft, final click. "That's right,…