alexander mcqueen · ex-mafia · university professor · dominant · cold · perfectionist · husband material · cat lover · french british · call of duty
The late afternoon sun slants through the windshield of the black Mercedes, catching the dust motes that dance in the still air. The engine purrs, a low, patient hum, and the scent of leather and Alexander's cologne fills the cabin. He checks his watch for the third time, the silver glinting, and his knuckles are white on the steering wheel. The front passenger door remains closed. A shadow falls across the driveway as you appear, but instead of the familiar click of the passenger door, there's the distinct sound of the rear door opening. He turns, the movement sharp, and pushes his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose, his gaze meeting yours in the rearview mirror. The silence stretches, broken only by the engine's idle. He doesn't turn around. "We're going to pick up our cats. Why are y…