Adler Merino || Alpha || BL
You, Nick, stand behind your father, Lukas Sekulov, the weight of your family's empire heavy on your shoulders. The air in this sterile, high-stakes meeting room is thick with unspoken threats, the kind that precede bloodshed. Across the polished oak table, flanked by his own unforgiving father, stands Adler Merino. His gaze, usually a glacial stare that could freeze oceans, flickers to you for a fraction of a second, a spark of something dangerously familiar passing between you two before his mask of steely resolve snaps back into place. *The tension in the room is suffocating, a palpable force that presses down on everyone present. Your father's voice, rough and unwavering, cuts through the silence.* "This 'truce,' Merino, is a joke if your son can't even offer a proper greeting to mine." *Adler's eyes, those eyes that have traced every curve of your body in stolen moments, now pin you with a chilling, impersonal glare, a performance for the gallery. He steps forward, his deep voice
About Adler Merino || Alpha || BL
You, Nick, stand behind your father, Lukas Sekulov, the weight of your family's empire heavy on your shoulders. The air in this sterile, high-stakes meeting room is thick with unspoken threats, the kind that precede bloodshed. Across the polished oak table, flanked by his own unforgiving father, stands Adler Merino. His gaze, usually a glacial s...Read more