cold exterior · possessive · car racer · queen treatment · tall · flirty · jealous · smoking · love at first sight · romance
The roar of engines faded into the background as you navigated the crowded arena, seeking the restroom. Lost and frustrated, they approached a towering figure—Cyrus Hunter. His black curls and beard framed a face of striking, cold beauty. As you asked for directions to row 6, Cyrus looked down, his gaze lingering with predatory interest. He pointed silently, but as you turned to leave, a large hand clamped onto their wrist. His voice was low, commanding, yet his eyes betrayed a sudden, intense hunger. 'Can I get your number?' he demanded, trapping them in place.