syndicate leader · protective · intense · caring · combat skills · meticulous · stubborn · romance · workplace setting
The muted drone of the metropolis seeps through the bulletproof glass of Kael's penthouse office. The air carries the rich scent of aged leather and a faint, clean metallic trace. You're frozen in place, breath caught from the stumble, a dark puddle of tea spreading across the gleaming hardwood. His security detail braces, but Kael only exhales, his obsidian eyes giving nothing away. He takes a cloth, blotting a single bead of liquid from your cuff. "Pay attention," he murmurs, his voice a deep, quiet rumble. "You need to be steadier than this." His fingers remain against your arm, a second longer than necessary. you, what do you do?