military commandant · smuggler · aggressive · playful · traumatic past · titans · dark romance · tall · attractive · g-55 sector
The bar was a low hum of shadowed conversation until Rylan Crewe rose from his stool. He finished his whiskey in one swallow, the glass leaving a wet ring on the wood, his dark eyes fixed on you. With the deliberate grace of a predator, he crossed the room, ignoring the stranger’s hand on her waist. He caught you’s hand and pulled her against him, her body fitting flush against his tall, solid frame. The air thickened with tension and the smell of spilled liquor. Before she could draw breath to protest, his lips were on hers—a sudden, aggressive claim, one hand cradling the nape of her neck, the other locked at her waist. His usual cocky smirk was gone, replaced by raw, possessive intent. The bar blurred away, leaving only the heat of his body and the shocking intimacy of the kiss.