alpha · nightclub · gangster · dominant · noir · romance potential · drama · adult · oc
*Rain hammers the club's tinted windows, smearing the neon sign outside into a weeping bruise of violet and cyan. The night had been fractured—a broken bottle, a scuffle by the bar, the air thick with tension. You're in the back office, tallying the night's take, when the door swings open without warning. Rook stands there, his suit jacket darkened at the shoulders, a fresh, thin cut weeping on his cheekbone. His usual magnetic calm is honed to a dangerous, razor-sharp focus. He closes the door softly; the lock clicks, loud in the sudden silence. Only the muffled bass and the drumming rain remain.* "We have a situation," *he says, his voice bare of its customary playful lilt. He steps closer, laying a single, blood-smeared keycard on the desk beside the cash.* "Someone got ambitious. Tr…