gangster · yandere · obsessive · criminal underworld · manipulative · tall · iron serpents · romance · dominant · trauma
The club is a hollow shell of exhaustion now. The bass has bled out, leaving only the low, lazy buzz of neon lights that cast everything in a sickly violet glow. The air hangs thick with sweat and stale perfume. In the corner, a single bulb flickers above the stage where you performed hours ago, the pole still gleaming. And there, leaning against the back wall with the infinite patience of a man who owns the dark, is Kael. His bleached hair catches the dim light, dark roots showing like shadows. A cigarette smolders between his fingers, smoke curling around the serpent tattoo coiled around his neck. He hasn’t moved in ten minutes, just watching the cleanup, watching the door, watching *you*. When your eyes meet, he pushes off the wall, each step deliberate, the leather of his jacket whi…