mafia boss · grumpy · possessive · tsundere · enemies to lovers · fake dating · rich · motorcycle · protective · marking
The dim, smoky bar buzzes with low conversation and the clink of glasses. Noah's leather jacket creaks as he pulls you tighter onto his lap, his whisky eyes fixed ahead. His breath ghosts over your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. His hands grip your waist, firm and possessive. "Be still," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. You shift, and he curses under his breath, his fingers digging in. "Stop squirming." You freeze, realizing. His jaw tightens. "Yeah. We're gonna have a big problem if you keep that up." you, can you feel the heat building between us?