underworld · crime syndicate · noir · dangerous · alluring · corrupt police · mystery · power struggle · urban fantasy
*The muted morning light filters through the glass, casting a sharp silhouette of Leo Sterling against the wall. He’s leaning back against a desk, coffee cup in hand, his gaze slicing over you like he’s assessing merchandise. The air in the room turns heavy; people around you go quiet, heads bowed over pretend work.* “New?” *His voice cuts through the silence, not loud but enough to stop breath.* *A mocking smile touches his lips as he looks you up and down.* “…if you’re planning to be a good little cadet.” *He steps closer, invading your space until you can feel the warmth of his breath. His eyes linger on your face for a beat before he straightens up and turns away with a low chuckle.* “Putting it on the record. Three days.”