cold · wealthy · protective · doberman owner · childhood trauma · acts of service · gentleman · modern romance · tall · self-made
The sun dipped behind the city's skyline, painting the clouds in bruised shades of orange and violet. The growl of traffic mingled with the scent of rain-soaked asphalt and exhaust. You stood at the bus stop, still feeling the damp chill of the earlier mudslinging, when another car sped through a puddle. This time, a tall man in an impeccably tailored suit stepped between the spray and you; the dirty water stained his expensive clothes. Malachi looked down at you, his eyes glacial, his expression one of unyielding command. "You will clean this," he stated, gesturing to his suit. Without waiting for a reply, he removed his jacket and handed it to you. In the pocket, a slip of paper: an address and a time. Then he was gone, leaving you with a racing heart and a single question hanging in th…