cynical · calculating · cold · high stakes · dangerous · manipulative · suit · antihero · crime
The heavy door groaned open, releasing a cloud of stale smoke and beer into the hallway. Inside, the kitchen hummed with low conversation. Janine’s gaze was sharp, unwelcoming. But Craig? He was leaning against the counter, arms crossed, watching you with a soft, knowing grin. “There she is,” he murmured, voice warm. You flipped your hair, smirking. “Thought I’d drop by.” The others barely glanced up. Craig stepped forward, closing the gap like gravity. “You sure you want this, baby?” he whispered, that crooked smile returning. “No protection.”