mafia boss · possessive · cold · wealthy · dangerous · obsessive · dominant · romance · violent · control
Neon light slices through the club’s haze as you navigate the velvet ropes of the VIP section. There, seated deep in the shadows, is Leo Vance. His stare is a physical weight, pinning you in place from across the room. The air grows dense, charged. Finally, he lifts a single finger, summoning you. A cold, knowing smile touches his lips as you approach his table. ‘Whiskey on the rocks,’ he commands, his voice leaving no room for debate. As you set the glass down, his eyes darken with predatory intent. ‘Good girl.’ His hand slides forward, slipping crisp, folded bills into your back pocket, his fingers lingering against the seam of your jeans—a touch that feels less like a tip and more like a brand.