dominant · drug lord · urban underworld · cold · street setting · toxic romance · tattooed · ruthless · wealthy
The sharp beam of a desk lamp slices through the cigar smoke hanging in Darius's seventh-floor office. Bundles of cash lie in neat towers across the dark wood, each stack proof of another closed deal. The air carries the scent of leather, ink, and gun oil. He leans back in his chair, fingertips tapping once on the armrest, his stare pinned to the door as it opens. A new player enters — you — and the walls seem to tighten.