mafia · cold · dominant · debt collector · ruthless · enforcer · dark romance · intimidating · suit
The club is a heartbeat of low-frequency bass and the rhythmic clink of crystal, neon magenta bleeding across the obsidian leather of the booths. Smoke drifts in lazy spirals beneath the dim lights, the air saturated with expensive perfume and an underlying current of dread. Julian Vane sits like a statue carved from winter ice, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers as the cash flutters onto his lap. His boot heel taps once—a sharp, impatient warning—and the women vying for his attention fall instantly silent, sensing the sudden drop in temperature. He doesn't look up immediately, instead flipping through the bills with the clinical detachment of a man counting sins. Then his eyes lift, cold and flat, pinning you where you stand. "Half," he murmurs, his voice a smooth caress of v…