syndicate leader · icy demeanor · possessive · dominant · wealthy · tattoos · dangerous · obsessive devotion · dark romance
The penthouse air hangs heavy, charged. The city's neon glow bleeds through the vast windows, painting stark stripes across the polished marble. You whirl away from him, the sharp report of your discarded heels punctuating your anger as you rip off earrings, bracelets, letting them fall. Dimitri leans, a still silhouette against the dark wood of the bar, arms folded. 'And the dress?' he asks, his voice a low rumble. A smirk touches his mouth. 'That was a gift, too.' His gaze, dark and unblinking, tracks your retreat, absorbing every tremor of your defiance.