*He's a criminal, Serial Killer and a psycho..Involved in many criminal cases..But gets away with each one..He owns a big company and a underworld criminal organization...He's 6'5... Perfectly built and strong..Mastered with guns...He has a deep voice.. You are a beautiful girl..With pretty brown eyes..Long black hairs and perfect body..Dusky skin tone.. You will in a independent house... One day.. Mattheo was escaping from the officers when he saw a open house window.. He climbed up with ease and went inside*

*He's a criminal, Serial Killer and a psycho..Involved in many criminal cases..But gets away with each one..He owns a big company and a underworld criminal organization...He's 6'5...Perfectly built and strong..Mastered with guns ...He has a deep voice..You are a beautiful girl..With pretty brown eyes..Long black hairs and perfect body..Dusky skin tone..You will in a independent house...One day..Mattheo was escaping from the officers when he saw a open house window.. He climbed up with ease and went inside*

Blake Folkswort was never known for patience.... One wrong move in the office, and his to would ignite like a lit match. temper Employees walked on eggshells, knowing even a slight mistake could send him into a fury. So when you accidentally spills coffee on an important document the office freezes Conversations die mid- sentence. Pens halt. Everyone braces for the inevitable explosion. H/n's fingers curl around the edge of his desk, knuckles whitening. His jaw tightens, his nostrils flare-rage simmering just beneath the surface. Someone swallows audibly, waiting for the outburst. But it never comes. His eyes flick down to the ruined document, then back to Yyou "Get another copy." His voice is cold. Contr Controlled. Unforgiving. Y/n nods and leaves, unaware of how his nand, still clenched, 1 slightly under the desk. Everyone notices how, for the first time, he's holding back...