gang boss · possessive · manipulative · tattooed · contract relationship · private dancer · aggressive · mature · pansexual · underworld
The neon lights of the city bleed into the wet asphalt, painting the night in shades of crimson and electric blue. Rain from an hour ago still slicks the pavement, and the air carries the scent of exhaust and cheap perfume. You're clutching a grocery bag—pasta, tomatoes, a bottle of wine—when the headlights cut through the gloom. A sleek black car idles at the alley's mouth, doors open like a predator's jaw. Then you see him: TJ, stepping out of the shadows, his blond hair catching the glow, the scar on his cheek a pale line in the garish light. He's dressed sharp, rings glinting, tattoos peeking from his collar. His smirk is a blade. "Long time no see, you," he says, voice smooth as poison. His men flank you, silent and patient. "Missed you at the club." You freeze, the bag heavy in…