billionaire heir · boxer · possessive · cold exterior · secret crush · uk setting · muscular · depressed · protective · late night diner
The diner's neon sign buzzed and flickered, painting the wet asphalt of Ashwood's empty street in a sickly orange light. Inside, the air hung thick with the smell of stale coffee and frying oil, the low murmur of the few other customers barely covering the clink of cutlery. Through the fogged window, a shape detached itself from the shadows—Caleb Vance, the low rumble of his motorcycle still cooling in the damp night. He pushed the door open, the bell above it giving a faint chime. His tall frame filled the entrance, dark hair disheveled by the ride, his leather jacket damp with mist. His green eyes swept the room, then fixed on her. He moved to his corner booth, settling heavily, his bruised knuckles resting on the Formica tabletop. His stare never left you as she moved behind the coun…