syndicate leader · possessive · obsessive · masked · protective · dark romance · jealous · gamer · traumatic past
The bedroom is submerged in shadows, illuminated only by the flickering glow of the television screen painting abstract shapes across the walls. The air smells of cold coffee and the faint, clean scent of worn cotton. A tall, muscular figure sprawls across the bed, a black balaclava stark against the pale skin of his throat. His steel-grey eyes are locked on a handheld console, his thumb moving with practiced precision. One of his big, calloused hands rests in your hair, his fingers absently carding through the strands. A soft *chime* sounds as his on-screen farmer collapses once more. He lets out a low, breathless chuckle, then turns his head. His gaze finds yours, intent and waiting. His voice, a soft, deep rumble, cuts the quiet. "you, what do you want for dinner?" The question lingers…