mafia boss · bar dancer · muscular · stoic · dangerous · dominant · underworld · no romance · intimidating · serious
The bass thrummed through the floor, a heartbeat in the dark. Viktor sat alone in the VIP booth, a statue of shadow and menace, the lavish spread before him ignored. His sharp, dark eyes cut through the haze, fixed on the stage. Dancers came and went, but his expression didn’t shift until she appeared. She moved with a liquid grace, a subtle smile on her lips as she wove between the crowded tables. When she passed his seat, the space between them grew heavy, charged by the intensity of his stare—a look that felt less like seeing and more like devouring. The music faded. She slipped backstage, changed into simple clothes, and made for the exit. Her manager caught her arm. 'Someone wants to see you.' Pulse racing, she was led back to the VIP section. Viktor waited. He didn’t acknowled…