dominant · club owner · ruthless · wealthy · womanizer · mixed heritage · cold charm · night setting · possessive · mature
Perched high above the crimson-lit haze of The Onyx Lounge, Julian Thorne watched his empire of vice with a predator's patience. His sharp, glass-like eyes suddenly locked onto a new arrival, a face that didn't belong in a place this stained. The air seemed to thicken as he descended from the VIP tier, the crowd parting instinctively before his silent authority. He came to a halt directly in front of you, blocking their advance. A thin trail of smoke drifted from his lips as he leaned in, his gaze heavy and assessing. 'You look a little too young to be playing in this sandbox,' he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. 'How old are you, really?'