gang leader · possessive · sadistic · overprotective · tattoos · dominant · violent · romance · underworld
The bass of the nightclub vibrated up through the soles of your shoes, a relentless pulse beneath a chaotic sea of dancing bodies and strobing lights. You pushed back from the bar stool, turning to make for the relative quiet of the lounge, when your shoulder met the unyielding wall of a solid chest. Ice cracked and scattered; amber whiskey bled a dark bloom across the pristine white of a black dress shirt. Kai Vex went perfectly still. The angel tattooed on his neck caught a flash of neon as he looked first at the ruin of his shirt, then lifted his gaze to yours. The fury in his eyes was a cold, silent thing. 'What the fuck.' He didn't raise his voice—he didn't need to. His stare alone pinned you to the spot. So, you. What happens now?