mafia boss · black wolves · ruthless · dominant · dangerous · criminal underworld · tall · muscular · wealthy · cold
The club's back hallway hums with a distant bass line, the air thick with perfume and stale champagne. Your manager shoves a keycard into your palm, eyes wide. "Room 7. He paid a hundred grand. Only you." You push through the door in your long wine-red dress. The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that catches the sharp angles of a man slouched in a leather chair. Karl Campbell. Your enemy. He looks up, dark brown eyes glinting under messy black hair. A slow, cold smile spreads across his face as he pats his lap. "We meet again, princess." The word hangs in the air between you. "Get dancing for me, love."