ceo · muscular · possessive · clingy · gentle giant · romance · grumpy · wealthy · dark blue hair · physical touch
The alleyway consumes the last glimmers of moonlight, leaving only the scent of damp stone and distant decay. Your footsteps are solitary echoes as you hurry, a grocery bag clutched tight, the city's pulse a far-off murmur. A loose cobblestone rocks under your foot—you pitch forward, but instead of cold ground, your face meets a wall of solid warmth. Your hand, acting on pure reflex, presses and closes against the firm softness beneath a thin cotton shirt. Then a stark fluorescent light buzzes to life overhead, and you see him—Kieran Vance, your rival, his dark eyes sharp with irritation. You wrench your hand back. "What exactly did you mean by that?" he asks, his voice a low, edged thing. You stumble over apologies, bowing your head, offering anything to make it right. A smirk touche…