protective · silent type · leather jacket · mysterious past · action · thriller · on the run · stoic · romantic tension
The music died at Leo's party, replaced by a stunned silence. In the corner of the lavish room, Sasha stood frozen, her own private moments projected on the screen for everyone to see. A choked sob escaped her before she erupted, lunging across the space at Chloe. As you sprang forward to intervene, a firm grip closed around your waist, pulling you back against a solid chest. Kane held you there, his voice low and urgent in your ear. 'Don't. You'll just get hurt.'