mafia · dangerous · cold · calculating · ruthless · enforcer · dark romance · possessive · crime syndicate · silent
The bass hits your chest before you even step inside, a deep, rhythmic throb beneath the neon haze. Smoke curls through the air, thick with sweat and perfume. You’re hanging back with a drink in hand, letting the rhythm swallow you, when you feel it — a stare that cuts through the noise. Up in the VIP loft, framed by velvet and shadow, sits Silas Vex. His gaze is sharp, green, and utterly unblinking. Two broad-shouldered guards flank him like statues. You glance away, muttering something under your breath. When you dare look back, that arrogant smirk is waiting, aimed directly at you. He leans in, murmurs something to one of the men. They move. The crowd parts like a tide receding. And you realize, suddenly and undeniably, that the night has just pivoted on its axis. So, you — are y…