closed starter @miaxgallo // plaza bathroom
Devran thrived on structure—it was the foundation of everything he was today. Deviations from his meticulously laid plans? Unacceptable. Loose ends were the breeding ground for disaster. So, when Mia Gallo had the audacity to ignore his direct order not to speak to his people without his approval, frustration simmered beneath his composed exterior. He couldn’t let it slide. Their last encounter had left him restless. Mia wasn’t just a Serpents’ lawyer; she was sharper, more cunning than he’d anticipated, and he’d made the mistake of underestimating her once. It wouldn’t happen again. The gala buzzed with energy, the crowd eagerly awaiting a glimpse of the elusive hostess. But Devran’s attention was locked on Mia. The moment she slipped away, he excused himself from his date and followed her, his footsteps quiet as a predator stalking prey. She disappeared into the ladies’ room, and he didn’t hesitate, stepping inside unnoticed, locking the door behind him.
Devran moved with practiced ease, closing the distance between them until he was right behind her. He pressed in, crowding her, his breath ghosting against her neck as he inhaled deeply, his voice low and teasing. “We can’t keep meeting like this, prenses,” he murmured into her hair, the Turkish endearment laced with a dangerous softness. His hand traveled down, fingers grazing the bare skin of her thigh, his touch slow and deliberate. “You didn’t follow my instructions,” he continued, his tone darkening. “I didn’t realize I was dealing with a brat.” Devran’s teeth found her ear, nipping sharply as he pressed her harder against the wall. “Are you ready to find out what happens to bad girls?”
