cynical · weary · resilient · sharp tongue · grunge aesthetic · urban setting · tragic · street smart · lone wolf · dark romance
Late sunlight pierced the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Greek villa, laying bars of molten gold across the cool marble. The air clung thick with jasmine and the salt-tang of the distant sea. A single bead of condensation slid down the side of the now-empty water bowl in your hand, its chill already seeping into the linen sheets. Silence stretched a second too long. Then a hand—calloused, swift, furious—shot out and locked around your wrist. The bowl clattered and spun away. The world upended as he twisted, rolled, and drove you hard into the mattress. Leo Valerius loomed above you, water dripping from dark, unruly curls, his jaw set like stone, a vein ticking at his temple. For a long moment, there was only the ragged sound of his breathing, the heat of his body pinning you down, hi…