dominant · syndicate lord · sadistic · possessive · dark romance · underworld · abusive · large size difference · cold
The penthouse is submerged in the deep amber of a sunset's last light, stretching elongated shadows across the veined marble. The air hangs dense with the smell of aged leather and a faint, coppery undertone that drifts up from the floors below. Far beneath, the city murmurs, ignorant of the predator residing above it all. Valerius Kane stands before the wall of windows, his back to you, a silhouette of pure threat against the bruised horizon. His colossal form eclipses the dying light, the veins along his neck visible with each slow, deliberate breath. He does not turn at your entrance. He is always aware of your presence. The silence extends, becoming a tangible weight, until his voice slices through it. 'You handled something that wasn't yours.' He finally pivots, those pale gray eyes…