dominant · possessive · brooding · military · scars · balaclava · tall · insecure · bad boy · call of duty
The penthouse was a prison of polished marble and silent disapproval. Tonight, the fire escape was her declaration of independence. But the city's freedom was a lie—the alley walls closed in, the air thick with the threat of five men whose intentions needed no explanation. She was backing into cold brick, a silent farewell forming in her mind, when a mechanical roar tore the night apart. A black motorcycle slid sideways into the narrow space, scattering the predators. The rider cut the engine, the sudden quiet more terrifying than the noise. He turned his head, the blank skull face of his mask aimed directly at her. His voice, clipped and British, was a lifeline thrown into the void. 'Get on.'