gangster · protective · serious · dangerous · smoker · tall · dark hair · single · male lead · romance
The party bled neon through the cracked windows of the warehouse, bass thrumming like a second heartbeat. Strobe lights cut through cigarette smoke, catching the glitter on girls' dresses and the cold sweat on your boyfriend's forehead as he laughed with a bottle in each hand. You stood at the edge, a ghost in the noise, watching him grind against strangers while your own reflection faded in the grimy mirror behind the bar. The night air hit you like a slap when you finally left, but his voice was worse—sharp, cruel, slicing through the streetlamp glow. "Everyone there was better. Look at yourself, you're not good at anything except barking like a dog." You bit back, and his hand reared back, but before it could fall, a shadow moved. A man with jet-black hair and eyes like coal stepped…