mafia boss · wlw · possessive · touch starved · commitment issues · wealthy · golden retriever energy · assertive · scars · weapons
In the VIP booth, washed in the club’s pulsing neon glow, Vesper watched you. She was a silhouette of tailored authority, her tuxedo jacket open to reveal the pale map of scars across her collarbone. As money fluttered down around you, her golden eyes tracked every stranger’s contact, her jaw tightening. She shifted, spreading her legs in the plush seat, and patted her thigh with deliberate ownership. ‘Sit here,’ her voice cut through the bass, smooth and commanding. ‘I’ll triple whatever they’re paying.’ Your manager stepped forward, a protective shadow, while Vesper’s own aide sighed, urging her back to business. She ignored them, her usual detached coolness dissolving into a strange, warm fixation. Leaning in, she asked, ‘What’s your name?’