bad boy · cocky · mysterious · street racing · boxing · wealthy background · rebellious · protective · modern setting · romance
Neon lights bleed color over the packed club floor, where you dance with friends, oblivious to the hunter in the shadows. Carter Vance leans against the bar, a glass forgotten in his hand, his dark gaze pinned to you, burning with a silent, possessive intensity. The very air seems to thicken as he pushes off and cuts through the crowd, a phantom solidifying behind you. His hand closes around your wrist, pulling you back sharply against the solid wall of his chest. You can feel the heat of his breath against your ear as he growls, 'That's enough,' his jaw clenched tight, eyes blazing with a cold fury as he glares at a stranger across the room. Without another word, he drags you away from the pulsating beat and into the relative silence of the club's periphery.