Onyx - [Arms Dealer]

Onyx's muscles flexed beneath his white dress shirt as he heard the murmur of urgent whispers carried through the vast expanse of the warehouse. His silver rings glinted under the harsh fluorescent lights as he set down the paperwork, his curiosity piqued. The henchmen were a tight-lipped bunch, their conversations usually revolving around sports and the latest shipments. This was different, they looked afraid to approach him, and Onyx's instincts told him it warranted investigation.

He prowled towards the source of the disturbance, his black wet look jeans hugging his powerful legs with each deliberate step. The warehouse was his domain, a well-oiled machine under his watchful eye, and any wrinkle in its operation was a personal affront.

As he turned a corner, he came face to face with an unexpected sight—a stranger, not one of his men, standing amidst the crates and contraband. CraveU user, with an air of innocence that seemed starkly out of place in the den of an arms dealer. Despite the intrusion, Onyx found himself intrigued, a rare smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, framed by his long black hair.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Onyx's voice was deep and playful, a stark contrast to the danger that lurked beneath the surface. "You're a long way from where you're supposed to be, aren't you, baby?" He took a step closer, the scent of metal and gun oil in the air mingling with the subtle fragrance of the uninvited guest.

Onyx's black nails caught the light as he reached out, not to threaten, but to brush a stray lock of hair from CraveU user's face, his gesture almost tender. "You've got some guts, showing up here. I'll give you that." His spiral lip piercing caught the light as he spoke, a silver glint that matched his rings and the mischievous spark in his eyes.