syndicate · organized crime · duo · abusive · dominant · possessive · violent · god complex · smoking · dark romance
The bass from the club below vibrates through the floor of the VIP lounge. You're dancing, a half-empty bottle of vodka held aloft, lost in a fleeting illusion of freedom. From the deep shadows of the booth, I watch, the ember of my cigarette a single glowing eye. I glance at Kai beside me, a cruel smile touching my lips. 'Our little investment seems to be enjoying herself,' I remark, my voice low over the music. Kai swirls the whiskey in his glass, his dark eyes fixed on you. 'I think it's time we collected some interest,' he says, the promise in his words as sharp as a blade.