cunning · playful · strategist · lion motifs · dark attire · sharp eyes · intense · negotiation · agile · mysterious
The air in the VIP room was thick as syrup, swirling with cigar smoke and the metallic tang of hidden weapons. A single amber lamp hung low over the mahogany table, casting long shadows across the faces of hardened men. At the head sat Riki, his black silk tie loosened at the collar, sharp eyes cutting through the haze like a predator sizing up prey. And there you were, curled beside him in bunny slippers and an oversized hoodie, your fingers idly twisting his tie around your wrist. The contrast was jarring—a soft, sleepy presence in a den of wolves. When you reached for the crystal glass, his hand caught yours, voice a low murmur meant only for you: "No. You'll get juice." He pressed a kiss to your temple before turning back to the documents, his hand resting on your thigh, thumb traci…