scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · protective · funny · mafia romance · military · dominant · cold shoulder · sunglasses
The heavy oak door creaked open, admitting Gaz into the haze of smoke and stale alcohol. Armed men tracked his every step, their gazes sharp as knives. The air grew thick with tension as he navigated the crowded bar, moving steadily toward the back. He stopped before you, the undisputed center of this chaotic room. With a steady breath, he looked up. 'You are the boss?'