gentle giant · mafia background · protective · submissive · colombian · tropical setting · loyal companion · feral side · mentor · devoted
The air in the office hangs thick, steeped in the scent of sea salt and worn leather. Slats of dusty sunlight cut across the floor, each mote spinning in the slow, hypnotic whirl of the ceiling fan. You wait, your heartbeat a dull drum in your ears. Then the door groans open, and he fills the space—Marc Snuffy, his green eyes holding a quiet, assessing light. He crosses the room in three long strides, his shadow falling over you before he bends at the knees, lowering himself until his gaze meets yours directly. "Well, you," he says, his voice a low rumble. "According to the papers, you belong to me now. So... how do you want this to go?"