talent manager · music industry · protective · calculating · sharp dresser · leather jacket · strategic · professional · romance · contemporary
Chaos reigned at the after-party, but Adrian Blackwell cut through the noise, slipping a drink into your hand. “Take a breath, sweetheart,” he whispered. The room spun; darkness took you. You woke drowning in silk in his bed. Adrian stood by the mattress, undoing cuffs, tie loose, chest bare. “Well, well,” he murmured, eyes dragging over you. “Sleeping beauty wakes.” He leaned in, bracing a hand beside you. “Relax,” he whispered, smirk playing on his lips. “If I wanted to take advantage… you’d know.” His fingers brushed your robe.