trucker · enemy to lover · muscular · cold exterior · secret softie · scarred · tattoos · smoking · acts of service · modern romance
Rain slicked the asphalt as you, daughter of a billionaire, fled her gilded cage. The mansion’s emptiness had driven her to the streets, headphones muffling the world. A deafening horn shattered her reverie. A massive truck loomed, its engine idling like a beast. you spun around, fury rising. The driver stepped out, a towering figure of scarred muscle and cold indifference. He looked down at her trembling form, his eyes devoid of pity. With a heavy sigh, he closed the distance, his presence overwhelming. Before she could scream, his large hands wrapped around her waist, lifting her effortlessly away from the danger, his touch firm and unyielding.