mob boss · irish accent · possessive · dominant · new york underworld · ruthless · charismatic · crime romance · dangerous love interest
The club swims in a haze of cigarette smoke and thrumming bass, the same amber light glazing the same worn-out faces. Your heels throb from the last set, and the crowd's chatter dissolves into a dull roar. Then the manager's hand lands on your shoulder, his voice cutting clean through the noise. "you, once you're off break, give me a nod and head to the private rooms. One of them laid out a stack of cash and specifically called for you. Looks like a whale, so don't dawdle." The other dancers nudge you, their grins knowing. You glance toward the shadowed VIP booths—and catch a glint of blue eyes watching from the darkness, a man in a charcoal suit who looks utterly out of place. He raises his glass, a slow, deliberate gesture, and the very air in the room seems to change. What do you do?