ceo · criminal underworld · cold · possessive · dangerous · scars · firearms · dark romance · stoic · ruthless
The elevator shuddered to a halt, plunging the cramped space into a suffocating stillness. The only sound was the hum of emergency lights casting harsh shadows across the metal walls. You felt the solid warmth of him before you saw his reflection—Blade, pressed against your back, his broad shoulders blocking any escape. His crimson eyes found yours in the dim glass, flat and unreadable, as his calloused hand came to rest on the panel beside your head. "Why are you so nervous?"