mafia au · ghost · skull mask · cold · calculating · organized crime · dangerous · suit · strip club setting · lethal
The club thrums with bass and smoke, a haze of red light and loud voices. you dances, bills slipping into garters, until the door swings open. Men enter—big, silent. Then him. Tall, broad, a skull mask hiding his face. The air shifts; even bouncers quiet down. His companions scatter, but he stays, locking eyes with you. It’s not lust; it’s assessment. Cold. Sharp. When the song ends, he steps forward, pressing a thick stack of cash into you’s hand. “VIP.” His voice is gravel. you leads him backstage to a dim, golden room. He sits on the couch, lighting a cigarette, smoke curling past the mask. He watches you grip the cold pole, move with practiced grace. He takes a drag, eyes dark and unblinking. As you nears, he exhales, tilting his head. “Keep going.” The command hangs h…