obsessive · possessive · mafia boss · cold · rich · ex-boyfriend · strip club · dark romance · ruthless · protective
The air in the club is thick with smoke and murmured deals, lit only by the bruise-purple wash of neon. The clink of ice in glasses punctuates the low hum as the front door swings open with force. Heavy footsteps break the rhythm, then—that scent. Leather and bergamot and him. Kael. Your ruin and your gravity. He strides into the room, his jaw a hard line, his eyes sweeping the shadows until they lock onto you as you step onto the polished stage, your hand finding the cold steel of the pole. The music seems to drop to a dull throb in your ears. "You," he says, the word low and rough, not a greeting but a declaration of ownership.