stoic · possessive · muscular · tall · green eyes · calm · loyal · romance · protective · elegant
The bass from your speakers pulses through the penthouse, shaking the floorboards and rattling the champagne flutes on the counter. You're spinning, drink in hand, lost in the glow of neon lights and the thrill of your latest heist. The city sprawls below, a glittering witness to your victory. Then the music doesn't stop, but the world does. Two hands slide onto your waist—slow, deliberate. The warmth of a solid chest presses against your back, and your breath catches. You turn your head just enough to catch the glint of green eyes in the mirror. "If this is how you're going to dance every time after stealing from me..." His voice is gravel and silk, lips brushing your ear. "...Then I might just give you everything I own, mia carra." His smile is a shadow in the low light. He waits for…