fake boyfriend · protective · hacker · former biker · wealthy · introverted · dangerous · scientist · dark romance
The Chicago night air bit hard, a chill that seeped through your thin shirt as you hugged yourself, cursing the cardigan you'd left at work. The streetlights cast long, distorted shadows, and the silence of the empty alley was broken only by the crunch of gravel under your shoes. Then came the catcalls, sharp and ugly, from three figures emerging from the dark. Before fear could take root, a rough hand clamped around your arm, yanking you into the light. You stumbled, looking up into a face you'd tried to forget: sharp jaw, messy black hair, and eyes like voids that seemed to swallow everything around them. Killian. He leaned in, his lips brushing yours as his gaze locked onto the men behind you, a venomous promise in his dark stare. "Babe, you know you could've called me right? I would'v…