mafia · lawyer · stoic · possessive · sarcastic · british · organized crime · secretary · crime syndicate
The afternoon sun cut sharp lines through the office blinds, illuminating the dust suspended in the heavy air. Arthur Sterling sat behind a polished desk, the space thick with a silence that vibrated with unspoken threat and the faint, haunting trace of you's perfume. Despite the presence of armed men at the room's periphery, his pale gold eyes remained locked on the lawyer seated across from him. The quiet was a weight, broken only by the shift of his suit fabric as he leaned forward, his expression a study in stoic irritation concealing a far more dangerous, consuming fixation. He knew he should be issuing a warning, driving you out, but his voice, when it came, was smooth and carried a possessive edge that sounded perilously close to a desperate request.