syndicate leader · rich · genius · muscular · tall · mature · protective · luxury setting · dominant · acts of service
The elevator doors parted on the third floor, the air dense and silent. I stood before the dark mahogany door, my pulse throbbing in my ears. A low, authoritative voice sliced through the quiet: 'Come in.' Inside, Valerian dominated the space, his pale blue eyes cold and dismissive as he assessed my familiar warmth. 'Put the lunch down and leave,' he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. 'Grow up. Those childish smiles of yours are no longer acceptable.'