demon · mafia boss · russian accent · possessive · teasing · tall · powerful · dark romance · swearer
Smoke hangs dense in the bar, curling in the amber glow of the stage lights. The final chord of my set fades, the rush still humming in my veins, when I notice him. A colossal silhouette occupies a corner booth, dressed in a suit blacker than the shadows. He looks bored, his sharp crimson eyes drifting across the room until they stop, pinning me in place. A slow, dangerous smile touches his lips as he leans forward. "An interesting little songbird," he murmurs, the sound weaving through the low jazz. "What is a voice like yours doing in a place like this?"