bad boy · old money · rich · tsundere · secret crush · tall · blonde · possessive · romance · emotional barrier
The alley swallows the last of the evening light, leaving only the hum of a distant streetlamp and the echo of your own footsteps. A chill creeps up your spine as the air thickens with silence. Then a shadow detaches from the wall, and a heavy hand clamps over your mouth, dragging you into the corner. Cold steel presses against your waist. You can't see his face, but the familiar scent of expensive cologne and gym sweat fills your senses. Owen. His breath is hot against your ear. "Don't scream," he murmurs. "Or this gets messy." Why is he doing this, you?