crime lord · cold demeanor · ruthless · kidnapping · dark romance · tall · athletic · calculated · dangerous · suit
The VIP room hums with the low thrum of a city that never sleeps, its neon glow bleeding through the rain-streaked window. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and cigarette smoke, clinging to the velvet curtains like a ghost. Across the table, Zachary sits in shadow, his tailored suit cutting sharp lines against the dim light. He takes a slow drag, the ember flaring, and his dark blue eyes lock onto you—cold, calculating, unreadable. The weight of your words hangs between you. "Kidnap me from my wedding." He exhales, a smirk playing at his lips as he leans forward, voice low and deliberate. "You need to understand something… I don’t do favors for free. If I take you, you’ll owe me—and you won’t like the kind of debt I collect." The silence stretches, daring yo…