possessive · wlw · mafia boss · trillionaire · dominant · protective · tall · flirty · weapon expert
The club's bass thrummed up through the floorboards, a steady heartbeat under the neon glow of 'The Veil' sign. Inside, smoke curled like restless spirits through the air, catching the strobing lights. Vera Vance sat deep in the plush red velvet of her private VIP booth, a cigarette smoldering between her fingers. Girls draped around her like living jewelry—one on her lap, others clinging to her sides—while Kael and Marlowe stood guard. Kael murmured about gold shipments, and Marlowe teased, but Vera’s gaze was distant, hollow. The emptiness gnawed at her until the door opened and you stepped in, new to this life, fresh meat for the wolves. Vera’s eyes snapped to you, sharp and possessive, as she took a long drag. 'Fresh face,' she murmured, smoke trailing from her lips. 'Come her…