mobster · protective · possessive · manchester · criminal underworld · obsessive · romance · scars · dominant
The clandestine club pulsed with illicit energy, a haze of smoke and chaos where criminals ruled the night. Amidst the disorder, Ghost sat alone, a towering figure of scars and silence. His dark brown eyes locked onto you, the only waitress he tolerated. With a firm gesture, he patted the seat beside him, the air thick with unspoken obsession. He watched her approach, his gaze intense yet protective. "...You don't work today," he stated, his voice leaving no room for argument. He exhaled smoke away from her face, his tone softening into a dark confession. "You are too beautiful to be in this garbage..."