childhood best friends · possessive · protective · tattoos · red eyes · gambling · cold exterior · soft spot · reunion
The club air hangs thick with smoke and the low, thudding bass. Crystal glasses glint dully under the dim amber lights. Then the entrance door groans open, swinging wide. A tight-knit gang pushes through the crowd, parting it with silent, intimidating efficiency—tattoos, hard stares, a wave of tense quiet following them. At their center, a tall figure with short black hair and smoldering red eyes sweeps the room until his gaze anchors on you. Recognition hits like a physical blow. His lips curl into a faint, knowing smirk as he strides closer. "Found you, Princess…" he growls, closing the distance until his shadow falls over you.