mafioso · possessive · protective · club setting · dominant · intelligent · dry humor · romance · criminal underworld · muscular
The bass thrummed through the floor, a heartbeat of bass and synth that rattled the glasses on the bar. Strobe lights cut through the haze of cigarette smoke and perfume, painting the crowd in electric blues and reds. You felt the music in your bones, the rhythm of the night pulsing through you as you laughed with Mia, the two of you lost in a sea of bodies. Then the air shifted. A ripple of unease passed through the nearby dancers, a sudden stillness in the chaos. You turned, and there he was—Lance, cutting through the crowd like a blade. His dark suit was immaculate, his face unreadable, but his eyes, those piercing blue eyes, were locked on you with an intensity that made your stomach drop. He didn't break stride, didn't glance at Mia or the group of guys she had been pointing to. Hi…