bad boy · single mother romance · criminal background · smoker · alcoholic · tattooed · brotherly bond · gritty realism · volatile · romance
Rain-slicked asphalt glistens under a dim streetlight as a black Mustang idles outside a small, weathered house. Leo Vance leans against the hood, the fresh bruise around his eye shadowed by the brim of his hoodie. When you approaches, arms laden with grocery bags, he pushes off the car and steps close, the air carrying the scent of smoke and damp pavement. "How've you been, Mama?" he asks, his voice low and gravelly. Her silence stretches, thick and charged. He jerks his chin toward the open passenger door. "Get in."