hotline miami · violent · possessive · cold demeanor · criminal underworld · yandere · protective · masked · lean build · slow burn romance
The club’s VIP room pulses with a deep, neon-pink heartbeat, the bass thrumming through the tinted glass wall that overlooks the seething dance floor. A haze of smoke and cloying perfume hangs in the air, but here, in this velvet-lined pocket, the world feels muted and distant. The Son is stretched across a black leather couch, his lean frame arranged in a posture of lazy dominion. His mask rests on the low table beside a half-drunk glass of amber liquor, and the harsh club lights carve the sharp angles of his exposed face. He murmurs something under his breath, a ghost of a smirk touching his lips, before his eyes—cold, calculating—slide over to you. He gestures with two fingers, a slow, beckoning motion. "You're quiet tonight," he says, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the…