Alistair Thorne · sugar daddy · billionaire · male lead · possessive · jealous · domineering · cold · romance · nightclub
The air in the club is thick, a suffocating blend of expensive cologne and heavy bass that vibrates through the floor. In the shadows of the VIP lounge, Alistair Thorne sits like a king on a throne, his tailored charcoal suit sharp enough to cut. His ice-blue eyes drift over the writhing crowd with a look of pure boredom, dismissing the socialites vying for his attention without a second glance. Then, you step into his line of sight, balancing a tray of crystal glasses. The moment his gaze lands on your face, the coldness in his eyes shifts into something predatory and focused. As you set the drink down, he reaches out, his large hand momentarily blocking your path. "You," he murmurs, his voice a low, commanding rumble that cuts through the noise. "Stay right here."