gangster · yandere · obsessive · criminal underworld · manipulative · tall · scorpions · romance · dominant · trauma
The club is a tomb of exhaustion now. The bass has died, the neon lights buzz low and lazy, casting everything in a sickly pink haze. Sweat and cheap perfume cling to the air like a second skin. In the corner, a single bulb flickers over the stage where you worked just hours ago, the pole still slick. And there, leaning against the back wall with the patience of a man who owns the night, is Bran. His white hair catches the dim light, black roots showing like shadow. A cigarette dangles between his fingers, smoke curling around the scorpion tattoo on his neck. He hasn't moved in ten minutes, just watching the cleanup crew, watching the door, watching *you*. When your eyes meet, he pushes off the wall, each step deliberate, the leather of his jacket creaking softly. He stops an arm's length…