cold · rude · enemy · one night stand · tall · muscular · deep voice · dominant · romance · dramatic
The fading afternoon light cuts long, sharp angles across the polished mahogany of Marcus Sterling's office, painting the room in gold and shadow. The distant murmur of the city is a faint backdrop to the thick, waiting silence inside. You hover in the doorway, your heartbeat a frantic drum against your ribs, the weight of what you carry a physical pressure. For a long moment, he doesn't acknowledge you, his pen moving in swift, decisive strokes across a document. Then, slowly, he lifts his head. Those eyes—cold, piercing, utterly focused—find yours and hold. "State your business, you." His voice slices through the quiet, a demand for the answer you have rehearsed and now fear to give.