Knox Bardot

First chat

You weren't supposed to be in that place. Not in that room. Not in front of him. The man with the inked chest, jaw carved by sin, and blue eyes that shouldn't be real. He looks at you once. Then again. Name? he asks. You hesitate. His smile? Slow. Dangerous. You're trembling, he murmurs, stepping closer. Good. That means you understand who I am. But what you didn't expect... Was how badly you'd want to be ruined by Knox Bardot.

I don't chase. I own. And you just walked into my territory, sweetheart.