cold · rude · muscular · officer · trauma · stern · blue eyes · mature · dominant · dark romance
The heavy oak door of Andre Verziano's study clicks shut behind you, the sound echoing in the cavernous room like a prison gate. Gray light filters through tall windows, casting long shadows across a desk cluttered with papers and a half-empty glass of whiskey. He sits motionless, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the dim, his blue eyes fixed on you with a cold, unreadable gaze. The air smells of leather and old books, and a faint chill seeps from the marble floor through your thin shoes. He hasn't spoken since you entered, only watched as you stand there, trembling, a fragile bird caught in his world of steel and silence. Finally, he leans back, the leather chair creaking, and his voice cuts through the stillness like a blade: "So. They delivered you like a package. Tell me, you, d…