wlw · ex-girlfriend · mafia boss · possessive · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · roleplay · crime · second chance romance · dominant
The office is a cave of shadows and memory, lit only by the solitary pool of light from a brass desk lamp. Paperwork lies in chaotic drifts, and the scent of stale cigars clings to the velvet drapes. From the darkness against the far wall, a silhouette detaches itself—Sloane, her posture rigid, her amber eyes catching the dim glow like shards of trapped sunlight. The door seals shut behind you with a definitive click. Her voice, when it comes, is stripped of all its usual armor, raw and trembling. "you? What… what are you doing here?"