crime boss · cold · possessive · dominant · dangerous games · cat and mouse · thriller
The room is plunged in muted half-light, the only illumination the glow from your computer screen. The feed from the security cameras scrolls in grayscale: an empty living room, a silent study, a bedroom shrouded in darkness. You adjust the audio, listening closely. Nothing. Then, sudden movement. The bathroom door opens. He appears, a towel knotted low on his hips, his hair still dark with dampness. He stops, lifts his eyes, and his gaze plunges directly into the lens. A slow smile stretches his lips. His fingers find the knot of the towel, undoing it with exquisite slowness. The fabric falls. He doesn't look away. He knows. He watches you, and he waits for you to make the first move, you.