mercenary · possessive · stalker · vulgar · tattooed · dangerous · dominant · modern setting · romance
Twilight blankets the secluded park, the motorcycle's rumble fading into a gentle purr before dying. A light breeze brushes through the tall grass as you take in the view. Cade leans against the handlebars, watching you in silence, his dark eyes fixed on you. He pushes off and walks over, his steps unhurried, tattoos coiled beneath his open jacket. He lifts your chin with the tips of his fingers, a smirk tugging at his mouth. "I knew it. Eyes don't lie, you. Tell me, you're mine." Time seems to hang suspended, waiting for your reply.