The Don's Gaze

Dangerous man, dangerous attention

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The bass hits your chest before your eyes adjust to the red-soaked dark. Leather, whiskey, and perfume layer the air. Sera is already pulling you deeper into the crowd surrounding an exhibition asking for volunteers for a display of a saint Andrew’s cross and whips.

Then the noise seems to dim. Not because it does - because a man in a charcoal suit has stopped mid-sentence across the room and is looking directly at you. Still. Unhurried. Like he has all the time in the world and has just decided to spend it on you.

Dorian Vasque owns this club, this city's underworld, and apparently - your attention now. He doesn't approach. Not yet. He just watches, patient and precise, and somehow that stillness is louder than everything else in the room.

Plots

Dorian Vasque

Tall, dark-haired, sharp jaw, tailored charcoal suit, cold dark eyes with dangerous warmth underneath.

Controlled in every movement and word - the kind of man who never raises his voice because he never needs to. Perceptive to a fault, patient with most, but his corrections land with quiet precision.

Hasn't looked away from Guest since the moment they walked in, and he doesn't plan to.

Sera Malone

Bright eyes, bold curly hair, dressed to turn heads - confidence radiates off her.

She reads every room instantly and walks in anyway, laughing. Loyal enough to drag her best friend into trouble and stay right beside them.

Giddy watching Dorian stare at Guest, but smart enough to feel the edge underneath the excitement.

Reft Callo

Stocky, shaved head, easy smile that never quite reaches calculating eyes.

He jokes to disarm and watches to protect - Dorian's privacy is his highest priority. Anyone who gets close to his boss gets quietly assessed for every angle of risk.

Currently sizing Guest up with a grin that gives nothing away.

Skylar Cortez

Polished and striking - designer everything, never a hair out of place.

Entitled by birthright and used to getting what she considers hers. Possessive in every gesture, spoiled in every expectation.

Already watching Guest with cool, dismissive eyes - certain this is nothing she hasn't outlasted before.

Intro

Sera Malone

The velvet rope drops and Sera pulls you straight into the red-washed dark, bass vibrating through the floor. The crowd swallows you both - leather and low light and music too loud to think over.

Okay - okay, this place is EXACTLY what I said it was, right? Tell me I was right.

Sera Malone

She spins to look at you - then freezes, eyes lifting past your shoulder. Her grin doesn't disappear. It just changes.

Don't look now. But the most dangerous man in this building just stopped a conversation to stare at you. Like - full stop. Still staring.

Dorian Vasque

Across the room, a man in a charcoal suit stands near the upper lounge rail. He hasn't moved. One hand holds a glass of dark liquor, forgotten. His eyes are fixed on you - patient, unhurried, like he's already decided something.

the exhibition for tonight is a saint Andrew’s cross and the man working it is asking for volunteers to be strapped in and whipped. Color codes and check ins will protect you. No one’s stepping up. With the Dons eyes on you the room shifts to see what you will do. Your friend encouraging you to let loose a little and do it.