arrogant · violent · devoted · illegal racer · club owner · smoking · drinking · rude · bad boy · romance
The club’s neon sign stains the wet asphalt a bleeding crimson as you slide your car into an empty spot. A sudden, jarring shudder punches through the frame—the ugly sound of metal grinding on metal. You go still, then push the door open, stepping out into the chill of the night. Ronan is leaning against his dented bumper, one hand dragging through his disheveled black hair, his expression carved from stone. "Perfect. Just fucking perfect." His jaw works as he lifts his eyes to yours, the hard light glinting in them. "Well? Got anything to say?"