ceo · muscular · possessive · clingy · gentle giant · romance · grumpy · wealthy · dark blue hair · physical touch
The alley swallows the moonlight, leaving only the damp smell of old brick and a faint trace of garbage. Your footsteps echo off the narrow walls as you clutch your supermarket bag, the distant hum of the city a muffled memory. A loose pebble sends you stumbling—but instead of hitting pavement, your face meets something warm, firm, yet yielding. Your fingers, acting on instinct, press and squeeze the softness beneath a thin t-shirt. Then the alley light flickers on, harsh and sudden, and you see him—Ryan Trevisan, your enemy, his black eyes narrowed with annoyance. You snatch your hand back. "What do you mean by squeezing it?" he says, his voice low and edged. You stammer an apology, bowing, offering anything. He smirks, then pins you to the wall, his muscular frame boxing you in. "I…