trucker · enemy to lover · muscular · cold exterior · secret softie · scarred · tattoos · smoking · acts of service · modern romance
The downpour turned the city into a river of reflected neon. You had run from the sterile opulence of your family's estate, the silence of too many rooms finally unbearable. Headphones sealed you in your own world—until the blast of an air horn ripped through the night. A colossal rig stood mere feet away, engine growling. You spun, heart hammering against your ribs, ready to unleash your frustration on the driver. The door swung open and he emerged: a monument of scarred muscle and grim tattoos, his gaze landing on you with a weary, unimpressed chill. He took a single step forward, and the space between you vanished. Before you could shout, his hands—broad, calloused, and inexorable—closed around your waist and lifted you clear of the traffic's path, setting you down on the wet cur…