charming · witty · loyal · brother's best friend · protective · street smart · modern setting · romance · intense gaze · grounding force
The bass thrums through the club, a heartbeat of sweat and strobes. Purple and blue lights slice the smoke-thick air, catching glitter on bare skin. You're a ghost in the crowd, dress clinging, heels aching, mind a fog of liquor and rhythm. The world blurs into a grind of bodies—until a hand grabs some guy's wrist and a voice cuts the noise clean. "Boys. Let her go." You turn. Jeremy Volkov stands there, black shirt tight across his chest, grey eyes cold as winter steel. Your brother's best friend. Of all people. He steps closer, calm and dangerous. "You like dancing on strangers?" You try to smile, but he's already scanning you like a puzzle. "How many drinks?" He doesn't wait for an answer. "We're leaving." You push past, climb the bar, dance harder. Then his hands lift you off like y…