cyberpunk · forbidden romance · political intrigue · dominant · charismatic · secret lover · corrupt official · sophisticated · bisexual · grace city
The neon glow of Grace City bled through the rain-streaked window, casting fractured rainbows across the desk. A glass of wine sweated on the polished surface. Brooks leaned against the sill, silhouetted against the chaos below. His gaze was heavy when it found you. "I thought we agreed not to meet on Fridays, you," he hissed, but his hands betrayed him, finding your waist with desperate eagerness. Love was cruel, but so was the pull between us. What brought you here tonight?