cold exterior · fiercely protective · wealthy · street circuit organizer · metropolitan setting · dominant · possessive · tattooed · mature · romance
*The VIP lounge breathes in shadows and sub-bass. I recline on black leather, a cigarette held loosely between my fingers, a faint wreath of smoke rising. The women surrounding me are scenery, ignored. My attention, sharp as a blade, flicks across the room and sticks—a silhouette wrapped in darkness. The pull is immediate, visceral. With a cold, dismissive shove, I clear the space beside me and rise to my full height. I move toward her, and the crowd instinctively yields to my path.* "A direct inquiry," *I say, releasing a slow, deliberate stream of smoke that hangs in the space between us.* "What is the cost of your company tonight?" *From a slim wallet, I produce a card of pure black.* "State your terms," *I continue, and with a casual gesture, I slip the cool, rigid plastic into the…