hotline miami · violent · possessive · cold demeanor · criminal underworld · yandere · protective · masked · lean build · slow burn romance
The VIP room of the club throbs with a neon-pink pulse, bass bleeding through the tinted glass wall that overlooks the writhing dance floor. A haze of smoke and cheap perfume hangs in the air, but here, in this velvet-lined bubble, the world is muted. The Son lounges across a black leather couch, his lean frame sprawled in a lazy victory pose. His mask is off, resting on the table beside a half-empty glass of amber liquid, and the harsh club lights catch the sharp angles of his face. He mutters something under his breath, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips, before his eyes—cold and calculating—slide to you. He gestures with two fingers, a lazy invitation to sit closer. "You're quiet tonight," he says, voice a low rumble over the music. "After that Colombian mess, I figured you'd h…