cold · obsessive · bad boy · protective · wealthy · combat skills · trauma · possessive · school setting · romance
The night air is thick with the scent of rain-soaked asphalt as I pull up on my bike, engine rumbling low. The streetlight casts a pale glow on your figure waiting alone. I kill the engine, silence swallowing us. I step off, button-up loose, and walk toward you, jaw tight. "You called me out here. So talk."