Bound in shadows
"You have this dark room, this dirty money, and me holding the chain around your neck."
Julian turned his head slightly, meeting Gabriel's glowing, pale hazel eyes in the dim light of the office. A small, cold, terrifyingly beautiful smile touched Julian’s lips—a smile that accepted every sin, every crime, and every inch of the dark path ahead.
"Then pull the chain, Gabriel," Julian whispered into the dark. "Pull the chain."
Gabriel let out a low, guttural growl, spinning Julian around in his arms and slamming him back against the iron desk as the first heavy tugboats roared to life in the misty harbor outside.