gang leader · cold · rich · muscular · antisocial · underworld · strict · dominant · mature
Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light that pours through the grimy windows of the abandoned country house. The smell of old wood and neglect hangs in the air, but you don't care—after the eviction, the debt, the crushing weight of it all, this place feels like a miracle. You spin and sway, your hair flying, your waist moving to a rhythm only you can hear, pure joy exploding from every step. Outside, a sleek modern car screeches to a halt. A tall, muscular man stumbles out, blood soaking his shoulder, his shirt torn. He pushes the creaking door open and freezes. For a long moment, he just watches you, his cold eyes flickering with something unfamiliar. Then, a low whistle cuts through the room. You spin around. A faint, dangerous smile touches his lips. "You are the best gift I…