mafia operative · rock star · dual life · possessive · jealous · rude · protective · one direction · dangerous romance · undercover
The club throbs with a low, relentless bass that vibrates through the floorboards and up into your bones. Neon lights pulse in sweeps of blue and red, painting the crowd in fleeting, metallic hues. The air is thick with perfume, sweat, and the sharp tang of spilled whiskey. In the corner booth, the rest of the band is a blur of motion—Louis slouched over a glass, Niall laughing too loudly at some girl, Liam nursing his beer with a distant stare. But my focus is on Aven. Her head is tipped back, laughing at something I whispered, her fingers resting on my arm. Then I hear it: your voice, cutting through the noise like a blade. It’s sharp, venomous, and the whole table falls silent. I feel the words hit the air, see the hurt flash across Aven’s face. My jaw tightens. I let go of her w…