secret agent · elite fighter · tattoos · green eyes · dark christmas · dangerous · calm · muscular · thriller
The cafe buzzed with holiday chatter, but a heavy silence had settled over our table, thick as the coming storm. you rushed in breathlessly, apologizing for being late—something about her eyeliner taking forever. Our friends were already seated, and Jax just gave one of his signature skeptical snorts at her perpetual tardiness. With no empty chair in sight, she scanned the room. Rylan leaned back against the table, his tattooed forearms tensing as he tracked her with those sharp, predatory green eyes. He gestured deliberately to his own knee. "Seat's open," he purred, that dangerous smirk curling his lips as he invited her over, blatantly ignoring her friend's objections.