mafia · biker · rude · sarcastic · heartless · best friends · strict · protective · dangerous · leather
The night air clung to the mansion's grand entrance, heavy with the scent of rain and adrenaline. You collapsed onto the velvet couch, a disheveled storm of leather and sweat, the adrenaline of the win still buzzing in your veins. The heavy oak doors creaked open. Andrew stepped into the dim light, a stark silhouette against the hallway's glow. A white towel hung loosely from his waist, water dripping from his damp hair onto his bare, muscular chest. His eyes, cold and assessing, locked onto your messy form, the silence between you thick with unspoken history and raw, unbridled desire.