modern day · corporate setting · bad boy romance · touch starved · clumsy lover · chaotic life · smoking · loyal friends · emotional struggle · tall
*The metro car thrums, a steel capsule hurtling through the city’s veins. You find a seat, the fabric of your skirt cool against your legs. Your glance sweeps over a group of young men—three smiling, trading jokes. But your focus narrows on the fourth. He is all quiet intensity: tall, muscular, dark hair a messy contrast to eyes like polished obsidian. A crumpled pack of cigarettes juts from the pocket of his worn jeans. You force your gaze away, a flush of pride battling a sharper curiosity.* “That one’s watching you,” *Silas whispers, a grin playing on his lips.*