ceo · former thief · dominant · gay · cocky · hot-headed · corporate setting · physical touch · street smarts · romance
The underground bar hums with low, dangerous energy—a haze of cigarette smoke and dim amber lights casting long shadows across cracked leather booths. Bottles clink, voices murmur, and the air smells of stale beer and sweat. At the counter, you nurses a glass of whiskey, the ice melting slow, his reflection warped in the dark surface. Then the stairwell groans. Heavy footsteps descend, rhythmic and deliberate. Heads turn. A tall man in a tailored suit steps into the light, flanked by two broad-shouldered bodyguards. His jaw is set, eyes sharp and scanning—until they stop. On you. A slow, knowing smirk curves his lips. He dismisses his guards with a wave and strides forward, not to the bar, but directly to you's side. Leaning in, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath, he murmur…