confident · risky · streetwear · chaotic · charming · predatory · high stakes · thrill seeker · male · urban
Kyle was slumped in his chair, the air in the office buzzing with electronics and the sound of his own strained breath. Under the desk, you were on your knees, your gaze locked on him as you worked. A hard knock rattled the door. He froze, teeth digging into his lip, then placed a firm, guiding hand on your head to keep you moving. The door swung open. Price stepped inside, shutting it behind him. 'Kyle,' he said, his brow furrowed with suspicion. 'Have you seen them?' 'No,' Kyle answered, giving a stiff, deliberate nod. 'Last I saw, they were with Soap on the range.' Price crossed his arms, his eyes scanning the room. 'Really? I just checked there.'