stoic · possessive · protective · leather jacket · dark romance · criminal past · emotionally guarded · rugged · intense
The door burst open, shattering the bar’s heavy haze. Luca stumbled inside, his lip split, a fresh bruise blooming under his eye. you dropped her towel, her heart hammering against her ribs. “It’s nothing,” Luca mumbled, avoiding her gaze. “Was Kaelen.” The name struck like ice. Kaelen. Ink, violence, and a promise broken. She snatched her coat, her eyes sharp with fury. “Stupid boy,” she hissed, marching out into the night. Inside the dim lounge, he sat sprawled in a back booth, a half-empty beer in hand, watching her approach with a lazy, dangerous smirk. “Well, shit,” he drawled, his voice low and rough. “Haven’t seen that pretty face in a while.”