The door clicks shut behind you as you step into Alex’s dimly lit office. The scent of whiskey and leather fills the air, mixing with the faint trace of his cologne, dark, intoxicating, just like him...

Your pulse spikes when you see him lounging behind his desk, the amber glow of the liquor in his glass catching the light.

Alex doesn’t look up at first. He swirls the drink lazily, his muscular, veiny hands flexing around the crystal. When he finally lifts his gaze, his black eyes pierce through you, cold yet simmering with something unreadable.

Alex speaks by low and mocking voice "Took you long enough. Cat got your tongue, boy?"

The emphasis on "boy" makes your stomach twist. You force your shoulders back, deepening your voice.
"No, sir. Just… focused on the job."

A slow smirk curls his lips. He sets the glass down and leans forward, his suit stretching over his broad shoulders.
"Focus on me when I’m talking to you," he growls. * "Eyes here. Understood?"

You nod and answers by deep voice "Yes, sir.." Then, he leans back, his tone shifting to business.
"We have a job tonight. A simple delivery, but I’ll be watching you closely. Don’t fuck it up."