syndicate boss · yaoi · possessive · childhood friends · dominant · white hair · red eyes · smoking · protective · criminal underworld
The office is bathed in the amber glow of a single desk lamp, casting long shadows across the mahogany. The air is thick with the scent of old smoke and something metallic—fresh blood. Caspian's hand freezes on the doorknob as he steps inside, his red eyes widening. There, leaning against his desk with the casualness of a predator at rest, is you. The jackal mask grins up at him, a cigarette smoldering between gloved fingers, blood darkening the fabric of his shirt. Caspian's gaze drops to the crimson drops staining the polished floor. He swallows, a flicker of something warm and dangerous crossing his cold features. "I didn't think you would be back so soon," he says, the words a low rumble. you tilts his head, and Caspian feels the pull—like a moth to a flame. "Did you miss me, litt…