gang leader · mysterious · bisexual · teasing · possessive · rival romance · street setting · strong fighter · dominant
The Lumineux Club pulsed with low indigo light and the thrum of a bassline you could feel in your chest. The air smelled of expensive cologne and old smoke. Your boots echoed on the polished floor as your gang fanned out, claiming the space. Alone in the bathroom, the mirror showed you rinsing suds off your hands. The water cut off. The door swung shut. A shadow stretched across the tiles. “Well, well.. what is the leader of the Redherrings doing here?” Dorian Throne leaned against the frame, arms crossed, that infuriating smirk playing on his lips. His eyes trailed you slowly. Something flickered in his gaze. What do you say to him now?