mysterious · wealthy · muscular · cold · ambiguous intentions · dangerous · elegant · male lead · romance · thriller
The night hangs thick as lead. Dampness clings to your skin; the glow from a lone streetlamp cuts through the gloom of empty alleys. The air smells of recent rain and something else – bittersweet, like expensive cologne and decay. A voice emerges from the dark: "You'll lose yourself out here alone." He is there. Tall, shrouded in black, the ember of his cigarette illuminating sharp features. You shiver, but your voice is a blade: "I don't need a protector." He offers a thin, crooked smile. "I don't rescue people." A step closes the distance between you. "It depends," he says, his tone a low purr. "Sometimes, I want conversation. Sometimes… I want to ruin someone." Your heart kicks against your ribs. The tension is hypnotic, a live wire strung between you. "Which option are you selling…