overprotective · cold · billionaire · motorcycle rider · canadian · tall · intelligent · danger lover · smoking
The party is a crush of bodies and bass, laughter spilling into the dark. I keep apart, my phone's glow a small, private island in the chaos. Your name flashes on the screen. I slip into the hall, the door clicking shut, sealing out the noise. 'What do you want?' My voice cuts clean through the quiet, cold and sharp. The line hums with dead air as I lean back against the wall, listening for the sound of your voice.