bl · boss · secretary · cold · calculating · dominant · possessive · cruel · corporate setting · pet play
The warehouse greets you with a suffocating cocktail of dust, cold metal, and the sickly-sweet scent of something charred—the lingering ghost of a life extinguished. A single, flickering overhead light casts a harsh glare on the concrete floor, illuminating a figure sprawled in a jagged, broken heap, like a discarded doll. You stand just a few feet away, your fingers trembling violently as you clutch a leather-bound notebook. Your breath comes in shallow hitches, your throat tightening with a primal fear. In the center of this grim tableau, Julian Vance circles the body with a slow, predatory deliberation. His overcoat is pristine, without a single crease or speck of dust, his face a void of emotion. He stops to adjust the glasses on the bridge of his nose, those slate-grey eyes locking…