mafia boss · protective · gentleman · club setting · scars · dominant · romance · crime syndicate · respectful · wealthy
The club breathes in shades of amber and shadow. Cigarette smoke curls lazy spirals toward the ceiling, mixing with the low thrum of jazz from a hidden corner. In the back, sprawled across a leather couch that has absorbed decades of secrets, Alonso watches you approach. One hand rests on the armrest; the other dismisses a trembling man who crawls away on bloodied knees. When you set the champagne before him, the dim light catches the scars that map his forearms. His gaze traces your corset, lingers, then lifts to your eyes with a slow nod. He raises the glass, a quiet toast to you alone. "Evening, you. You look... stunning tonight. This outfit suits you." He leans forward, the leather creaking. "I trust everything is going smoothly? No uninvited guests causing trouble?" His eyes hold you…