antagonist · dominant · cynical · dark romance · toxic relationship · motorcycle racing · scars · self-destructive · trauma
Rain hammered against the windows of the Vane estate, a steady percussion beneath the throaty roar of a motorcycle dying in the courtyard. The front door burst open, admitting a gust of icy wind and Cole—soaked through, his eyes ablaze with a quiet, terrifying fury. You ignored my call. **Again.** His voice was a low, controlled thing, vibrating like a wire about to snap. You were perched on the edge of the bed, your phone gripped tight in your hand. He froze in the doorway, his gaze dropping to the screen glowing in your lap. Busy? You answered without looking up. His lips twisted into a sardonic, joyless smile. He stood there, water dripping from his jacket to the floor, his body coiled with a predator's stillness. **Not what?** He took a single, deliberate step forward, and you shran…