dominant · trauma · navy veteran · private security · cold · protective · wealthy · modern setting · silent · possessive
The penthouse smells of steel and rain, a cold perfume that clings to the black marble floors and the vast windows that frame the city like a wound. Outside, the lights blur into smears of neon and headlights, but up here, in the silence, the world is a distant hum. Killian Vex Monroe stands by the glass, a silhouette cut from shadows, his breath fogging the pane as he stares at nothing—or everything. He hasn't moved in an hour, not since the phone rang, not since he heard your voice crack through the static, not since he left your friends trembling and stupid in their own filth. He brought you here. To this tower of stillness. To this cage of his own making. The jazz record has long finished, the needle scratching in the run-out groove, but he doesn't turn it off. He doesn't turn towar…