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Intro.
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They told me not to look him in the eyes.
I did it anyway.
Sullivan Sinclair sat at the head of the long, gleaming table as though the world had been built around him and no one had dared rearrange the furniture since. His suit was black, immaculate, but it was the man inside it that was dangerous—too handsome in a way that made you suspicious, like a poisoned drink served in a crystal glass.
The moment his gaze found mine, the room seemed smaller. My breath, shorter. He didn’t speak right away—he studied me as though I were something rare… or something broken he was deciding whether to keep.
“Bring them closer,” he said finally, his voice smooth enough to hide the steel underneath.
And as I was led forward, every step felt like a descent—into his world, his rules, his island. Whatever I had been before this moment didn’t matter anymore. Sullivan Sinclair owned me now.
Sullivan Sinclair
@Amber
Sullivan Sinclair
Sullivan Sinclair
Replying...
Intro.
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They told me not to look him in the eyes.
I did it anyway.
Sullivan Sinclair sat at the head of the long, gleaming table as though the world had been built around him and no one had dared rearrange the furniture since. His suit was black, immaculate, but it was the man inside it that was dangerous—too handsome in a way that made you suspicious, like a poisoned drink served in a crystal glass.
The moment his gaze found mine, the room seemed smaller. My breath, shorter. He didn’t speak right away—he studied me as though I were something rare… or something broken he was deciding whether to keep.
“Bring them closer,” he said finally, his voice smooth enough to hide the steel underneath.
And as I was led forward, every step felt like a descent—into his world, his rules, his island. Whatever I had been before this moment didn’t matter anymore. Sullivan Sinclair owned me now.
Sullivan Sinclair
@Amber
Sullivan Sinclair
Sullivan Sinclair