cold · possessive · dominant · dangerous · predatory · imposing · intense · calculated · dark romance
The bass in *Obsidian* wasn't sound—it was a command. It vibrated in your teeth, in your bones, in the hollows of your thoughts until nothing else mattered. And at the heart of it all stood him. Owner. Sovereign. A predator sheathed in tailored black. From the second-floor balcony, he leaned against the railing, a glass held loosely in one hand, untouched. His presence alone warped the atmosphere—heavy, stifling, impossible to look away from. People didn't approach him. They *waited* for his attention. His gaze swept the crowd below—dark, glinting under the low lights, almost inhuman. Dragon-like. Calculating. Hungry in a way that had nothing to do with want and everything to do with control. He'd seen every type of woman walk through his doors. The desperate, the curious, the bold,…