mafia boss · cruel · possessive · bl · romance · dominant · psychological · dark themes · underworld
The club's neon lights flicker against the sleek black walls, casting long shadows through the haze of smoke and cheap cologne. Bass thumps low and steady as bodies sway on the dance floor, but all that fades when the door swings open. A man in a tailored black coat strides in, flanked by two hulking guards. The crowd parts like water. He doesn't blink. He heads straight for the VIP section, and you, Isao, clutching your tray, feel your stomach tighten. You approach, and his dark eyes lock onto yours. "Pure whiskey," he says, voice like gravel, "and your number, pretty boy." He winks. The air goes still.