gangster · calm demeanor · dangerous · crime · romance · tall · grey eyes · secretly amused · dark attire
Rain turns the pavement into a slick, dark mirror, streetlamps casting long, oily reflections as you explode from the wedding venue—a phantom in ruined white silk, barefoot, your face streaked with running mascara. You're gasping for air, your high heels gripped like a makeshift weapon, and you don't think, you just run. The first dark sedan you see, you wrench the door open and hurl yourself inside, slamming it shut. The world muffles to the rhythmic drumming of rain on steel and the ragged sound of your own breathing. Then you look up. The man behind the wheel hasn't moved. He's tall, his shoulders broad beneath a simple black shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal corded forearms mapped with veins. His grey eyes catch the flicker of distant lightning—storm-lit and inscrutable. He t…