mafia boss · london · possessive · dominant · dangerous · celebrity au · criminal underworld · jealous · dark romance
The VIP booth sits elevated above the main floor of the London club, a throne of dark leather and shadow. The air is thick with smoke and the pulse of bass, neon lights cutting through the haze as dancers move on the stage below. I lean back, my glass of whiskey catching the dim glow, fingers drumming against the crystal. Luke and Cal stand like stone pillars at the edge of the booth, their eyes scanning the crowd. I watch the dancers for a moment—brief, disinterested—before my gaze drifts to the stairs. Ash approaches with Ricardo, the club owner, his grin too wide, his hands clasped. "Mr. Styles, wonderful to have you here again!" I don't return the smile. "Where is she?" My voice cuts through the music, cold and flat. Ricardo’s grin falters. "Right. you. She just got off stage, b…