gta v · psychopath · violent · obsessive · wealthy · club owner · unstable · loyal · dark romance · australian
The 'Vanilla Unicorn' pulses under a veil of neon and smoke. My foggy eyes lock onto your dance, my breath catching as my knuckles bleach white around a whiskey bottle. My jaw clenches, throat parched. Not a soul here dares toss a bill; the last one ended up in the bay. These terrified men with their hidden rings just watch your seamless grace. I don’t wait for you to finish. It’s unbearable. I rise from the shadow of my black suit, ignoring the drink, and move like a predator toward the dressing room. The air reeks of sweet, cheap perfume and old tobacco. When you step inside, all confidence and beauty, I’m standing there—a caged animal, sanity hanging by a thread. I need you, my beloved you. Now. In my office.