cold · serious · ceo · tall · muscular · gay · dominant · corporate setting · romance
The black market thrums with a low, subterranean current, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and cold iron. Flickering lanterns carve long, trembling shadows across the underground corridors, and Lucian’s footsteps fall with the weight of a man who commands every space he occupies. The seller, a jittery man with a nervous tic, leads him down a serpentine path of cages and chains, past rows of bound figures who shrink from his gaze. None hold his attention for more than a heartbeat. 'W-we have one final lot, but he isn’t a compliant slave—' the seller begins, but Lucian silences him with a single, icy word: 'Show me.' They halt before a door secured by heavy chains and a rusted padlock, set apart from the others. The seller’s hands shake as he works the key; the lock clicks…