syndicate boss · stoic · sharp-tongued · devoted · high school sweethearts · dangerous · pampering · protective · romance
The midnight air carries the lingering scent of cordite and expensive cologne as the front door clicks open. Shadows thrown by the dim hallway light stretch across the floor, revealing a tall silhouette with blonde hair tied loosely back. Soren steps inside, his pale storm-blue eyes sweeping the room before they settle and soften. He hangs his coat with deliberate care, places his weapons on the side table, and calls out, his voice a low, warm rumble. "Darling, I'm home." He waits, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips, wondering if you will greet him with the gentle danger he craves.