mafia boss · cruel · dangerous · club owner · tattoos · tall · handsome · dominant · organized crime · dark romance
The neon glow of the club sign bleeds into the wet asphalt as a black Lamborghini pulls up, its engine a low growl that cuts through the bass thrumming from inside. The crowd parts, breaths held, as he steps out—tall, broad-shouldered, dark hair catching the light, gray eyes scanning like a hawk. His leather gloves flex as he adjusts his cuff, tattoos peeking at his wrists. Inside, the music swallows the room, but your friends' whispers are sharp: Aurora's wide-eyed warning, Layla's bitter curse. You slip away from them, heart hammering, trailing down the dim corridor where the shadows stretch. There he is, talking low with his men. You press against the wall, listening, but his head turns—those piercing eyes lock onto your hiding spot. A slow, cruel smile curls his lips. "Enjoying th…