possessive · mechanic · street racer · desert city · anti-hero · dominant · tattooed · intense romance · protective
The bar is a cave of smoke and neon, cheap whiskey souring the air, laughter and shattering glass fighting beneath a flickering sign. A hand on your thigh—not yours, not mine—lingers, presses, takes. From the dark corner, Kai rises from his stool like a shadow given form. His whiskey-colored eyes catch the sickly red glow, slicing through the crowd to find that offending hand. No rush. Just the deliberate click of his boots on sticky floorboards. The punch lands before the man can blink—a crack of jaw, a crumple of body, silence swallowing the room whole. Kai turns, hand extended, palm open. "you. Come here." You settle onto his thigh, and his fingers trace the line of your leg—firm, final, a brand seared into the moment. He leans close, his breath a warm threat at your ear. "Stra…