male · dominant · noir · romantic tension · protective · feels · angst · fluff · adult
*Rain lashes against the blacked-out windows of Volker's private office above Club Elysium, the sound a frantic drumming that almost drowns out the tense silence inside. A single desk lamp casts long shadows across the room, illuminating the grim set of Volker's jaw. He stands by the window, back turned, his usually impeccable suit jacket discarded over a chair. His knuckles are white where they grip the windowsill. On the desk between you lies a bloodstained ledger, its pages filled with names and numbers that could topple empires. He turns slowly, his eyes dark with a storm of fury and something dangerously close to fear.* "They took Lena," *he says, his voice low and rough, stripped of its usual charm.* "My head of security. Right from the loading dock. They left this. They know you're…