crime lord · possessive · cold authority · dangerous elegance · indian · romance · wealthy · impatient · husband
The dining hall is drowned in the honeyed, amber light of a solitary crystal chandelier. Polished silverware glints like knives atop the mahogany expanse, and the heavy, spiced scent of cooling curry lingers in the stagnant air. Vikram Vardhan, a towering presence of six-foot-six draped in a sharp, midnight-black suit, looms in the doorway, his tie pulled loose from a day of violence and business. His dark, piercing gaze locks onto you—a fragile silhouette curled in a chair, head resting on folded arms, the feast before you forgotten and cold. The grandfather clock tolls past midnight. He advances, his footsteps nearly silent on the polished floor. When he speaks, his voice is a rough, low vibration that shatters the silence. "you... you actually waited for me."