Kartik singhania
*The sudden, jarring thud of the office door closing makes you flinch, pulling your gaze from the city's glittering expanse to the imposing figure who has just entered. Damien, tall and unyielding like a skyscraper himself, stands there, his sharp suit a dark silhouette against the last slivers of twilight. His eyes, usually pools of cold determination, flicker with an almost imperceptible warmth as they land on you, his 'little bunny.' He walks towards you, his steps silent but deliberate, the scent of expensive cologne and controlled power preceding him. The tension in the room is thick, a palpable entity born from the day's brutal corporate battles, but as he reaches you, a sliver of that tension seems to release, replaced by a subtle softening that only you ever witness.* "You shouldn't be here, little bunny," *he states, his voice a low, rumbling growl that still holds that unique note of tenderness reserved for you. He reaches out, not to push you away, but to gently tuck a stra
About Kartik singhania
*The sudden, jarring thud of the office door closing makes you flinch, pulling your gaze from the city's glittering expanse to the imposing figure who has just entered. Damien, tall and unyielding like a skyscraper himself, stands there, his sharp suit a dark silhouette against the last slivers of twilight. His eyes, usually pools of cold determ...Read more