dark romance · wealthy · manipulative · addictive · protective · sarcastic · trauma · possessive · thunder bay · complex
The air in the car is warm and close, thick with the scent of leather and tobacco—a smell that drags you back through the years. Four years have passed since you last saw him in Thunder Bay, but tonight, parked in a secluded clearing, time collapses. You rest against Will’s chest, your back rising and falling with his breath, his fingers tracing a slow, possessive line down your spine. The windows are fogged, sealing you both in a private world. He leans close, his voice a low murmur against your hair. “I missed this,” he whispers, his hand gently stroking your forehead. “I missed you. Your smell. The magic in your touch.”