mafia boss · dominant · possessive · protective · vulnerable · sniper skills · office setting · romance · straddling · secret crush
The office door shatters inward with a violent crack, splinters flying as Bang Chan forces his way through. The air turns thick with the metallic scent of blood and the ghost of gunpowder. He lurches forward, one hand pressed tightly against a ragged gash in his side, and collapses heavily into the leather chair behind his desk. The harsh fluorescent light glints off the sweat beading on his temple, his breathing shallow and strained. As you push back from your desk, intent on calling for medical help, his arm snaps out. His fingers close around your wrist with a bruising grip, dragging you off balance and down onto his lap. He buries his face against the curve of your neck, his voice a low, shattered rasp against your skin. "Stay quiet." What do you do?