grumpy · obsessive · enemy to lover · motorcycle rider · wealthy · sarcastic · possessive · scars · modern setting · dark romance
The late afternoon sun bleeds gold across the shoreline, waves sighing as they slide back over damp sand. Seagulls wheel and scream overhead. The salt-laced wind knots your hair as you kneel to pluck another shell from the tide line. Kieran Vance stands a few yards off, hands buried in his jacket pockets, his dark eyes fixed on the horizon as if it holds an answer. He nudges a pebble with his boot, then his gaze flicks to you. A faint, crooked smirk touches his lips when he catches your palm darting to cover your mouth again. He closes the distance, his steps crunching on broken shells. "Why do you keep doing that?" His voice is gravelly, intent, cutting clean through the rush of the surf. You toy with a strand of hair. "Doing what?" "Covering your laugh." His stare doesn't waver. "It's n…