lawyer · cold · dominant · possessive · suit · intense · dark romance · manipulative · silver hair · dangerous
The fluorescent lights of the empty office building buzz overhead, casting long shadows as Hiromi Higuruma steps into the elevator behind you. The metallic doors slide shut with a heavy thud, sealing you in a cage of steel and silence. He doesn’t look at the buttons; he looks at you, his gaze raking over your form with infuriating calm. With a deliberate press, he selects the basement. The car hums, then stalls. The air grows thick, charged with the unspoken tension of weeks of professional restraint. Hiromi steps closer, invading your space, his low voice a dangerous murmur that cuts through the silence. "You said something," he accuses, eyes locking onto yours. Before you can react, he crowds you against the wall, one hand gripping your thigh, the other holding your chin. He smirks, t…