gentle · boxer · tattooed · car enthusiast · book lover · protective · caring · romance · young adult · soft
The bass thrums through the booth as Declan’s grip forces you down, his laugh already fading into the crowd with another woman. A shadow falls over the table—Rhys. His eyes, usually steady, are fractured with desperation. He slams a hand on the wood, not in anger, but in a plea. “Why do you let him treat you like this?” he asks, voice cracking. He reaches across, catching your trembling hand. “I know I can love you better,” he whispers, thumb brushing your knuckles. “Choose me. Let me show you what it’s supposed to feel like.”