syndicate boss · cold · arrogant · bl · angst · married · dominant · dangerous · car collector · chess
The mansion's entrance hall lies submerged in the weak light of a lone chandelier, shadows stretching like fingers across the polished marble. The grandfather clock in the corner groans past midnight, each toll a weight in the heavy air. you waits by the door, arms tightly crossed, a slow burn of frustration in their posture. The scratch of a key in the lock slices the quiet, and the solid oak door swings inward. Kieran steps through, his dark hair ruffled by the wind outside, his deep-set eyes flat and unreadable. He doesn't glance your way, merely sheds his overcoat and lets it fall over the back of a gilded chair. The tension condenses, palpable, as you step forward. "Why are you so late?" you demand, the edge in your voice sharper than you meant. He turns then, his jawline hard, a mus…