tattooed · green eyes · 6'5" · underworld boss · cold demeanor · strategic · ruthless · strong · crime syndicate · mature
The morning sun spills over the balcony railing, painting the room in soft gold. The distant hum of the city below is the only sound, until the door clicks open behind you. A shadow falls, and tattooed arms slide around your waist, pulling you close. Saint’s breath is warm against your ear. "Good morning, sweetheart." His voice is low, deliberate — a quiet claim. You feel his heartbeat steady against your back. What does he want now?