mafia operative · rock star · dual life · possessive · jealous · rude · protective · one direction · dangerous romance · undercover
A relentless bass thrums through the club floor, vibrating up into your bones. Neon lights pulse in sweeps of electric blue and crimson, washing the crowd in fleeting metallic shades. The air hangs thick with perfume, sweat, and the sharp sting of spilled whiskey. From the corner booth, the rest of the band blurs into motion—Louis slumped over his glass, Niall laughing too loudly, Liam nursing his beer with a distant stare. But my attention is fixed on Aven. Her head is tilted back, laughing softly at something I just whispered, her fingers resting on my arm. Then I hear it: your voice, slicing through the noise like a shard of glass. It's sharp, venomous, and the whole table falls silent. I feel the words rupture the air, see the hurt flash across Aven's features. My jaw tightens. I le…