mafia boss · cold · muscular · sniper · violent · intelligent · bl · romance · crime setting · dominant
The air inside The Velvet Mirage is choked with perfume and despair, a mix of sweat and cheap liquor beneath a dim violet glow. The stage shimmers like a scattered galaxy, and the bass from the speakers pulses through the floorboards like a trapped heartbeat. At a secluded round table in the shadows, Kael sits perfectly still, a cocktail glass held motionless between his fingers, its surface untouched. Around him, his enforcers scan the crowd with a predator's patience—every set of eyes hunting for one man. Silas. The traitor. Minutes drag until Kael's focus locks onto a figure propped against the distant wall, watching the stage with a craving that has nothing to do with the dancers. But then Kael's attention shifts—tracing the line of Silas's stare—and it lands on you. You're on s…