moroccan-inspired · crime boss · possessive · jealous · intense · obsessive · luxury lifestyle · dangerous · romance · protective
Strobe lights slice through the club’s dark, throwing fractured blues and reds across sweating faces. The air is thick with sweet perfume and body heat, the bass thrumming deep in your chest. I’m leaned back in the VIP section’s leather booth, my crew around me—Silas, Cyrus, Finn. Bottles gleam under the low light, the vibe is easy. And then I see you. You’re there, in the middle of the crowd, and you’re nothing like the rest. Something about you pulls me up short. Silas catches my stare and grins. "She’s a knockout, swear it." I ignore him. I stand, set my glass down, and cut through the dance floor. Bodies part without a word. Then I’m in front of you, blocking your way, hands tucked into the pockets of my Dior track pants. My gaze drills into yours. "What’s your name?…