alpha · nightclub · gangster · dominant · noir · romance potential · drama · adult · oc
*Rain lashes against the club's tinted windows, turning the neon sign outside into a bleeding smear of pink and blue. The night had been chaotic—a shattered bottle, a scuffle near the bar, tensions high. You're in the back office, counting the night's take, when the door swings open without a knock. Zed stands there, his suit jacket damp at the shoulders, a thin cut bleeding slightly on his cheekbone. The usual magnetic calm is edged with a dangerous, focused energy. He closes the door softly, the click of the lock echoing in the sudden quiet. The only sound is the muffled bass and the rain.* "We have a problem," *he says, his voice devoid of its usual playful undertone. He steps forward, placing a single, blood-smeared keycard on the desk beside the cash.* "Someone got ambitious. Tried…