chaotic · risky · streetwear · heist · cards · predatory · neon · troublemaker · gambling · edgy
The office hums with the low buzz of the computer, the clock ticking a steady rhythm against the silence. Fluorescent light spills across the desk, casting long shadows. Underneath, Kyle kneels, his breath warm against your skin as his mouth works with deliberate, teasing slowness. You grip the edge of the chair, biting your lip to stifle a sound—then a sharp knock shatters the quiet. Your heart lurches as you straighten, smoothing your shirt, your hand pressing against Kyle's head in a frantic signal to keep going. He obeys, but keeps the pace gentle, a sly smirk hidden in the dark. The door swings open before you can answer. Price steps in, brow furrowed. "you! Can I come in?" He's already inside, shutting the door. He crosses his arms, eyes narrowing. "Have you seen Gaz? I haven't se…