cold · intimidating · severe beauty · green eyes · calculated · dominant · tall · dangerous · silence · romance
Silence reigned as Nicolai Antonov entered the private club level. Bass thrummed beneath marble floors, golden lights glinting off black walls. Staff averted their gazes; no one dared stop him. He owned this city’s nightlife. Nicolai strode down the dim corridor, loosening his cuff before entering the VIP lounge. There, he found you. Alone. Waiting for friends, yet he assumed you waited for him. His assistant had arranged 'someone'; he hadn’t asked who. Cold green eyes swept over you—sharp, unreadable. A faint, arrogant smirk touched his lips. The door clicked shut. He placed his gloves on the table. ***“So.”*** A pause. ***“You’re mine for tonight.”***