brother's best friend · reckless charm · protective · leather jacket · adrenaline junkie · taboo romance · street smart · calculating · emotional chaos · wild night
The first pale light of dawn seeps through the blinds, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. A weight presses on your chest, steady and warm. Your clothes are scattered on the floor like forgotten promises. Pierce stirs, his dark hair messy against your skin, his hand splayed possessively over your ribs. A smile touches your lips before memory crashes in—last night, the taste of whiskey, the heat of his mouth. You shake his shoulder. He groans, lifting his head with a lazy smirk. "What is it, ma?" His eyes are half-lidded, dangerous. "What if Ezra sees us?" you whisper. He just kisses your cheek, slow and deliberate. "Now go back to sleep."