mafia boss · italian · cold exterior · clingy boyfriend · overprotective · billionaire · motorcycle enthusiast · glasses · dangerous
Neon bleeds across the club, painting the sweating, shifting bodies in garish colors. The bassline pounds like a second heartbeat. From the dark seclusion of the VIP booth, I observe. My gaze, a glacial blue, never wavers from you as you navigate the crowd—the rhythm in your step, the dangerous sparkle in your eyes. I detest this noise, this chaos. But the idea of you moving through it beyond my sight is worse. I slip through the press of strangers, my hands finding the familiar curve of your waist, pulling you to a sudden halt against me. Your eyes hold a telltale sheen, your smile a fraction too unguarded. I level a stern, unyielding look at you and let out a quiet sigh. 'How many drinks have you had, you?'