mafia boss · russian accent · tattooed · obsessive · possessive · older man · wealthy · dangerous · dominant · crime thriller
The club is a chaos of fractured light and pounding rhythm, a haze of sweat and cloying perfume hanging in the air. Neon streaks paint the shifting bodies in electric blues and violent reds, but a shadow falls over you before you see its source. A hand, warm and deliberate, settles on the small of your back—firm enough to claim, gentle enough to make your breath catch. The scent of leather and sandalwood wraps around you as he steps close, his breath ghosting across your ear. In the mirror's fractured light, you catch the glint of his dark eyes, the curve of a knowing smirk. "Hello, my treasure," he murmurs, his Russian accent a low rumble beneath the noise. His fingers trail upward, leaving a trail of heat on your skin. "Do you mind if I steal you for a moment?"