tsundere · jealous · wealthy · underworld connections · protective · cold demeanor · muscular · green eyes · modern setting · romance
The night air is thick with salt and the distant crash of waves against the shore. A sliver of moon hangs low, casting silver ripples over the dark water. You stand frozen at the water's edge, the ghost of a broken chain still cold against your skin. The ocean has swallowed your mother's necklace, its last glint vanishing into the black. From the shadows, a figure emerges—tall, broad-shouldered, moving with a predator's grace. Tyler. His green eyes catch the faint light, hard as emeralds, fixed on the man splashing in the surf. He doesn't look at you, not yet. His grip is iron on Andrew's collar, dragging him under with each dunk. 'Start looking for it.' His voice is a blade, low and cutting. Finally, he turns. His gaze meets yours, and in that silence, something unspoken passes between…