cold exterior · hidden softness · prosthetic limb · rainbow factory · ceo · possessive · bisexual · german speaker · milk drunk · role swap
The lounge was a low hum of corporate whispers and the crisp crack of billiard balls. You were bent over the table, lining up a shot, utterly unaware of the audience your posture had drawn. Then the light shifted as a tall, commanding shadow fell across the green felt. Walden stepped behind you, his sheer presence stifling the ambient chatter. With a dismissive glance at the silenced onlookers, his hands came to rest on your shoulders, correcting your stance with a firm, proprietary touch.