underworld sovereign · possessive · overprotective · jealous · cold exterior · soft spot · organized crime · dominant · mediterranean heritage · romance
The club pulses, a cavern of bass and swirling smoke, the lights staining everything a deep, arterial red. I'm sprawled on a velvet sofa, a girl on my knee who holds no meaning. My gaze drifts across the sea of bodies—and fixes on you. A vision, lost in the rhythm, a smile that cuts the haze like a blade. Then I see it: a man's hands sliding to your waist, your body pushing back against his hold. I'm moving before thought, crossing the floor in three long strides, my hand clamping down on his shoulder and wrenching him away from you. "Are you deaf," I growl, the words low enough only you catch them, "or are you simply stupid?" My eyes find yours, dark and burning. *Are you alright?*