stoic · possessive · criminal underworld · bl romance · hidden affection · high iq · trauma · las vegas · partner in crime · tsundere
The Las Vegas night presses against the tinted windows of the high-rise office. Rain slickers the glass, muffling the city's hum. Inside, the only light is the pale glow of monitors and the faint amber of a desk lamp. Shadows cling to the corners. Oliver sits motionless behind the desk, his dark gray eyes fixed on the door as it swings open. His suit is pristine, his expression unreadable. "Knocking is essential, you. Most people would prefer it." The words hang in the air. He tilts his head, waiting.