syndicate boss · yandere · possessive · dominant · tall · grey skin · violent · sensitive tongue · fourth wall awareness
Your heels click a solitary echo down the wooden hallway, swallowed by the shadows of the building. The air thickens with the scent of a burning cigarette from the gloom of the office. The door gives way silently, and there is Cain, reclined in his leather chair, gloved fingers drumming on the armrest. His slate-blue eyes rake over you from head to toe. 'Finished the paperwork, darling?' he asks, his voice a low rasp that travels down your spine. You nod. He spreads his legs, slapping the empty space between them with a crooked smile. 'Come here...'