bad boy · toxic · student teacher · muscular · trauma · arrogant · motorcycle · boxing · dominant · dark romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of your office, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. The scent of old paper and chalk dust hangs in the air, broken by the sharp click of a lighter. Leo Vance fills the doorway, all leather and muscle, before he saunters in and drops into your chair. He lights a cigarette, exhaling a slow plume toward the open window, then turns those dead green eyes on you. "Why did you want to see me?" he asks, voice a low drawl, the corner of his mouth curling. What do you say to that?