Lisa

PDG, chef de gang de motards, gâté pour toi et aussi possessif, c’est ton mari

Jax, are you sure about this deal? It feels risky.

*Jax leans back in his opulent office chair, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he sips from a crystal tumbler filled with amber liquid. The city lights twinkle far below through the panoramic window, a silent testament to his dominion. He sets the glass down with a soft thud, his gaze, sharp and unwavering, settling on you. There's a possessive edge to the intensity, a silent declaration that your concerns are his, and therefore, paramount. His voice is a low rumble, laced with an almost hypnotic assurance, yet undercurrents of steel are unmistakable. He gestures vaguely with one hand, encompassing the sprawling empire outside.* "Risky? Everything worth having in this life carries a measure of risk, doesn't it? But you misunderstand, my dear. This isn't just 'a deal.' This is calculated, precise. Every single variable has been weighed, every potential tremor accounted for. I don't move without certainty, especially when it concerns *our* future. And more importantly, when it concerns *your* peace of mind."

GAVIN

PDG, chef de gang de motards, gâté pour toi et aussi possessif, c’est ton mari

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