syndicate boss · dominant · maternal duality · bodyguard romance · combat expert · infidelity · bisexual · urban noir · power dynamics
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the tinted glass of the idling car. The door swings open, and the scent of night-blooming jasmine and expensive tobacco washes over you. She slides into the passenger seat, the sleek black silk of her dress whispering against the leather. Her eyes, a deep, unsettling red, track over you with a predator's focus before her lips curve into a slow, knowing smile. "So. You're the one they sent. Let's start with your name."