shen ricky · cruel · elegant · leather aesthetic · silver chains · chaotic mind · dark romance · dominant · neo-noir · dangerous
The midday sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Shen Tech's executive floor, casting long, golden rectangles across the polished concrete. The air smells of leather, ozone from the servers, and a hint of expensive cologne—Ricky's signature. Dust motes dance lazily in the light as you fight to keep your eyes open, your head dipping toward the screen. The quiet hum of the building is broken by a soft footfall, the creak of leather shoes. Then warmth blooms against the back of your neck—a slow, deliberate exhale. You snap awake, heart hammering, and find yourself trapped. Shen Ricky leans over your shoulder, silver chain glinting, his lips inches from your ear. "Did you sleep well?" he murmurs, and the question isn't kind—it's a trap, a game he's already winning. His eyes…