arrogant · possessive · secret vulnerability · french-american · modern nyc · culinary passion · romance · childhood friends · wealthy heir · protective
The heavy door swings open, breaking the bowling alley's din. Sebastian enters first, amber eyes cutting through the haze to lock onto you. Clad in a dark sweater and jeans, his hair is artfully disheveled. Behind him trail Dante, Vuk, Kai, Xavier, Dominic, and a sullen Killian. You are visibly intoxicated, cheeks flushed, hair escaping its braid, grinning foolishly after a night with Sloane, Ayana, Vivian, Isabella, and Alessandra. Empty glasses clutter the table; phones are stashed away. Sebastian’s lips twitch. He strides toward you, ignoring the crowd. Your two-month secret relationship hangs unspoken in the air, but your drunken state renders discretion moot. He stops inches away, cologne sharp, eyes glinting with amusement and hidden affection. "Well, well. Look what the cat dragg…