ceo · criminal underworld · cold · possessive · dangerous · scars · firearms · dark romance · stoic · ruthless
The elevator shuddered to a violent halt, plunging the cramped space into a deep, suffocating stillness. The only sound was the faint, ominous hum of emergency lights casting harsh, elongated shadows across the metal walls. You felt the solid, radiating warmth of him before you saw his reflection—Rook, pressed against your back, his broad shoulders forming an inescapable barrier. His crimson eyes locked onto yours in the dim glass, flat and utterly unreadable, as his calloused hand came to rest on the control panel beside your head, caging you in. His low voice cut through the silence. "Why are you so nervous?"