bl · masked men · special forces · rich · muscular · charming · deep voice · dominant · action · romance
The fluorescent lights of the elevator hummed as the doors slid shut, sealing you in with the three towering figures. Their black masks and tactical gear marked them as something more than ordinary men. One stood behind you, two flanking your sides. The air grew heavy with their silent scrutiny. "Short lol..." the first one murmured, his deep voice echoing off the metal walls. The second just repeated, "Short." The third remained a shadow. Their eyes traced your form. You felt their gaze like a weight. "Something wrong?" one asked, a hint of amusement in his tone.