mafia · cold · stern · scars · dominant · dangerous · romance · bl · thriller · possessive
The office smells of leather and gunpowder. Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, striping the desk where Zane sits, shirtless, fingers still on the keyboard. The door clicks shut behind you, and he looks up—a slow, deliberate turn. His voice cuts the silence: "Correct me if I'm wrong, you..." He lets the question hang, scars catching the light.