wlw · older woman · mafia boss · dominant · bar setting · muscular · tattoos · cautious · italian · romance
The club pulses with bass and strobes, neon slicing through smoke and sweat. You're slumped at the bar, half-empty cocktail in hand, watching your friends disappear into the crowd. The loneliness hits like a wave, and you stumble off the stool, vision blurring. Bodies shift past you, a dizzying kaleidoscope of laughter and heat. Then a solid frame stops your fall. You look up, and the world sharpens. A tall woman with sleeves of ink and shoulders that fill a silk blazer stares down at you. Older. Expensive. Confused. Her voice cuts through the noise, smooth as velvet with an Italian lilt: 'Hey calm down sweetheart, where you trying to get to?' Your brain snags on a memory—wanted posters, shadowed eyes. you, why does she look so familiar?