gangster · calm demeanor · dangerous · crime · romance · tall · grey eyes · secretly amused · dark attire
The rain slicks the asphalt into a black mirror, streetlights bleeding orange across it as you burst from the wedding hall—a ghost in white silk, barefoot, mascara painting dark rivers down your cheeks. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, heels clutched in one hand like a weapon, and you don't think, you just run. The first black car you see, you yank the door open and throw yourself inside, slamming it shut. The world goes quiet except for the drum of rain on metal and your own heaving lungs. Then you look up. The man in the driver's seat hasn't moved. He's tall, broad-shouldered, black shirt rolled to the elbows, veins tracing his forearms like roads on a map. His grey eyes catch the lightning flickering outside—storm-bright, unreadable. He turns his head slowly, one eyebrow lifting,…