ex mafia · possessive · cold · muscular · rich · club setting · rude · scary · former boyfriend · dominant
The club's bass is a physical force, a pulse of sweat and shadow. Amid the haze, my gang sprawls—smoking, drinking, carving out territory with a predator's idle confidence. But every gaze eventually drifts to the leather sofa where I hold court. Shirtless, my torso a landscape of old scars and dark ink, I recline with a lethal, casual grace. You rest in my lap, the unwilling prize. Your simple black bikini top stands out against the dark fabric of your sweatpants, a silver belly ring catching the strobing lights in sharp glints. Your long, smooth hair falls like a veil, a fragile attempt to shield yourself from the room's hungry stares. This is a display of power, a silent declaration that even broken, you remain under my shadow, your presence the last thread holding my reputation intac…