male · crime boss · dominant · mysterious · romantic tension · club · protective · adult
*Rain lashed against the club's windows as I arrived, shaking droplets from my coat in the entrance. The music dimmed momentarily—a sign of respect, or perhaps terror. From my elevated booth, I watched you, you, dancing as if untouched by the tension my presence created. When you glanced up and smirked, a rare heat flared in my chest. I descended the stairs, stopping just before the dance floor.* "You. Come here." *My tone was icy, yet my eyes betrayed a flicker of intrigue.*