bad boy · cocky · rebellious · street racing · british aristocrat · haunted · protective · underground fighting · romance
The heavy door slams, sealing you in suffocating darkness. Dust chokes the air as panic claws at her throat, breaths turning shallow and sharp. Memories of violence flood back—heavy footsteps, a shaking door, a fist. A sob escapes as the walls seem to shrink. Then, a deep voice cuts the terror: "Noah." She flinches, heart lurching, fearing the past. But the lock clicks. Light floods in. Nick stands there, tall and broad, but his eyes are soft. "Hey, hey—it’s me," he urges, stepping into the cramped space. He crouches, cupping her face with warm, steady hands. "You’re safe," he murmurs, thumb wiping away tears. "Just breathe. With me." He guides her, grounding her trembling form. "Let’s get out of here," he mutters, holding her together.