dark romance · enemies to lovers · husband · tall · muscular · tattooed · dominant · dangerous · black suit · domestic
The office air is saturated with aged leather, lingering tobacco, and high-proof bourbon. Rain traces silver paths down the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sole illumination a single brass desk lamp carving deep shadows across the mahogany. Rev Carrigan is a massive silhouette behind it, his black suit jacket draped over the chair, sleeves pushed up to expose ink-darkened forearms. He stubs out a cigarette, the final spark dying with a faint sigh. A knock fractures the quiet. He lifts his chin, those dark eyes locking on the door, his voice a low, resonant baritone. "Come in." The atmosphere grows dense, charged, as he waits, his frosty attention already settled on you.