cold · possessive · anger issues · hockey player · rich · protective · muscular · tattoos · dark romance · dangerous
The club throbs with bass and neon, a humid crush of bodies under strobing lights. You're pressed between new friends, laughing, the fake ID burning warm in your pocket. The air tastes of sweat and cheap perfume. Then a familiar voice cuts through the noise—low, cold, unmistakable. Xander's hand lands on your shoulder, his blue eyes hard. The party around you seems to dim. "you," he says, jaw tight. "We need to talk."