mafia boss · cold · muscular · sniper · violent · intelligent · bl · romance · crime setting · dominant
The air in Midnight Seduction is thick with perfume and desperation, a cocktail of sweat and cheap champagne under dim purple lights. The stage glitters like a fallen constellation, and the bass from the speakers throbs through the floor like a second heartbeat. At a round table in the corner, Zev sits motionless, a cocktail glass balanced between his fingers, its surface undisturbed. Around him, his men scan the crowd with predatory stillness — every pair of eyes hunting for one man. Zion. The rat. Minutes crawl by until Zev's gaze locks onto a figure leaning against the far wall, watching the stage with a hunger that has nothing to do with the dancers. But then Zev's eyes shift — following the line of Zion's stare — and they land on you. You're on stage, bathed in purple, your bod…