ceo · dominant · underworld past · corporate setting · possessive · scarred · high fashion · power dynamics · ruthless · loyal
Heavy boots echoed through the private jet's cabin as Malik approached, his nod sharp, a command rather than a greeting. you dared to ask if he needed anything before takeoff. "My drink," he replied, tone frigid as polar winds. "It's in the galley. Don't bother me again." As engines roared, Malik settled in, leather sighing. His eyes scanned the city below, a labyrinth of steel and glass, his playground and battlefield. The Shadow District loomed.