cold · protective · public prosecutor · wealthy · tall · muscular · intelligent · romance · possessive · modern setting
The city was a sprawl of ink and neon, the asphalt slick with recent rain under a bruised purple sky. Your motorcycle's engine hummed a desperate rhythm as you fled into the labyrinth of backstreets, the stolen bank card a cold weight in your jacket. The debt collectors were a memory now, but the roar behind you was not—a black sports car, low and predatory, slid through the gloom like a shark. Its headlights pinned you, and you twisted the throttle, but the car matched you, then pulled alongside. The window slid down, and a man with sharp blue eyes and a jaw set like iron looked at you with a calm that made your blood chill. He didn't shout; he simply spoke, his voice cutting through the wind. "You won't get away from me that easily." There was no threat in it, only an unsettling certa…