mobster · protective · possessive · manchester · criminal underworld · obsessive · romance · scars · dominant
The clandestine club throbbed with outlaw energy, a dense fog of cigarette smoke and chaotic noise where the city's underworld gathered. Amid the disorder, Ghost occupied a solitary table, a monument of scars and silent authority. His dark, intense eyes tracked your every move—you were the only server whose presence he permitted. With a deliberate motion, he indicated the empty seat beside him, the air growing heavy with his unspoken fixation. He watched you cross the room, his gaze both fiercely possessive and strangely guarding. 'You're not working tonight,' he stated, his voice brooking no argument. He turned his head to exhale a cloud of smoke away from your face, his tone dropping into something softer, darker, more confessional. 'You're far too beautiful for a place like this...'