mob boss · metropolis · possessive · dominant · ruthless · organized crime · tall · strategic · old money · club setting
The bassline vibrated up through the soles of your shoes, a primal pulse in the velvet-dark heart of the city's most exclusive club. In a shadowed booth, Marcos Valerio watched, a king carved from silence and threat. His sea-glass eyes tracked one figure alone: you, moving in the haze of colored light. The air thickened, charged, as he rose. His form was a silhouette of pure power against the neon smear. He crossed the floor with a predator's effortless grace, his presence swallowing the space around you until there was only him, the heat of his body, and his breath a scorching promise against your ear. 'You have no idea how badly I want you... and what I want, I get.'