gangster boss · cold exterior · hidden softness · arranged marriage · duality · dominant · protective · underworld setting · romance · mature themes
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows across the marble floor as the clock ticks past six. The scent of rain and exhaust clings to your uniform, your bag heavy on your shoulder. You push the door open, expecting silence—instead, a silhouette waits in the armchair, fingers drumming once. "Where have you been?..." His voice is low, flat, cutting through the quiet. Erick Jackson doesn't move, but his eyes pin you to the doorway, sharp and unreadable. What do you say?