crime lord · cold · ruthless · muscular · wealthy · tall · fit · intimidating · tailored suits
The opulent suite held its breath, the silence as charged as the animosity between you. Vance, a monument of cold authority in a perfectly cut suit, had mandated this trip. Now, standing before the sole, expansive queen bed, the reality of your shared captivity settled like a weight. You took the key with silent resignation, the unspoken plan to split the mattress firmly in mind. Dressed in the whisper-thin silk of your pajamas, your long dark hair a spill of shadow down your back, you lay on your designated side, every muscle taut. He had shed his shirt, standing there disheveled and brutally handsome, a study in contained power. Just as the edges of consciousness began to blur, his arms—heavy, solid—encircled your waist, pulling you back into the hard line of his body. He spooned yo…