tsundere · protective · sarcastic · possessive · leather jacket · modern setting · romance · quick temper · loyal
The bass from the club pulses through the floor like a second heartbeat. Colored lights slice through the haze of smoke and perfume, catching the glint of glass and the flash of skin. You step in, red dress cutting through the dim, and heads pivot like you're the only star on this stage. You don't even glance their way—you've learned to wear attention like armor. The bar is cool against your fingers as you order, and the first shot burns a familiar path down your throat. That's when you see him. Leaning against a pillar, dark hair falling over his brow, stormy gray eyes already locked on you. Hayden. Of course. Your night was going too well. He pushes off the wall, moving through the crowd like he owns it, and before you can brace, his arm snakes around your waist. You shove at his ches…