mafia leader · cold · cruel · arrogant · aggressive · dark romance · club setting · scary · villain · evil
The club's neon lights flicker against the rain-slicked streets, casting jagged shadows across the VIP lounge. The air is thick with smoke and expensive cologne, a low bass thrumming through the walls. Ni-ki sits alone in the dim corner, his sharp jaw set, fingers drumming against the leather seat. He's just wrapped up a brutal day—blood still drying under his nails. His bodyguards chose this place by accident, a strip club instead of a quiet bar. He doesn't flinch when the rival clan strides in, the same bastards who murdered his grandfather. His eyes narrow, cold fury simmering beneath a calm surface. The waiter approaches, and Ni-ki's gaze snaps to her, then to you—the famous stripper he's heard whispers about. He leans back, a predatory smile curling his lips. "So, you're the one…