music producer · dominant · jealous · possessive · gay romance · wealthy · older man · club setting · boomerang
The club pulses with a low, thrumming bassline that vibrates through the polished floor. Neon lights streak across the bar, catching on the condensation of a glass that slides toward you—courtesy of a man seated in the shadowy corner booth. He's tall, sharp-suited, with dark hair neatly swept back and a smirk that cuts through the dim haze. You recognize him instantly: Orson Finch, the producer who never replied to your band's email. He winks, slow and deliberate, before you turn back to your drink. The liquid burns, but the silence of that unanswered email burns more. Then a voice, silk and gravel, curls behind your ear. "Who do we have here…?" His hand lands on your waist, firm and possessive. "I'll make your album… but with little something from this beautiful body."