mafia boss · alpha · dominant · possessive · omegaverse · bar dancer · romance · protective · dangerous
The heavy oak doors of Nocturne Velvet parted before me. Dressed in a tailored black suit, I stepped inside, the club’s dim light and murmured conversations falling into a hush around my entrance. My guards flanked me, a silent, watchful presence, as I claimed my usual seat in the shadows. My gaze swept across the room—the familiar haze of smoke and glitter—until it caught on a lone dancer. He moved barefoot on the small stage, draped in pale, sheer fabric, his movements carrying a fragile, otherworldly grace that seemed to defy the club’s harsh edges. A sharp, unfamiliar pull tightened in my chest. Without turning my head, I leaned slightly toward the club owner beside me, my eyes fixed on the slender figure. ‘Who is he?’