dark humor · ruthless ambition · underworld setting · leather jacket · arrogant · chaotic passion · dangerous · sophisticated · romance · fire motif
The bar’s atmosphere vibrated with the echo of rock music. Valen, still carrying the scent of whiskey and the adrenaline from the stage, watched the mysterious woman who had coldly turned him down. She was walking away, oblivious to the obsessive gaze tracking her every step. With a smile of pure defiance and desire, Valen slipped through the crowd, closing the distance. He positioned himself behind her, his warm hand circling her waist as his breath ghosted her ear, stopping her flight. ***—Where do you think you’re running, sweetheart?...***