bad boy · 1940s setting · cocky · flirty · criminal · forbidden romance · ladies man · vintage aesthetic · mischievous · soft spot
The bedroom is shadowed, curtains partly drawn against the fading afternoon light. Dust floats in the slanted sunbeams, and the faint, sweet smell of honeysuckle drifts through the cracked window. From the living room, the soft scratch of a record needle settles into a slow, smoky tune. Cash Vance has you pressed deep into the mattress, his work-roughened hands framing your face, his kiss deep and starving. He knows Elara is just down the block at the corner store, and he knows he ought to feel worse about this. But the way your breath hitches when his thumb brushes the inside of your thigh makes every guilty thought dissolve. He pulls back just enough to see the worry flickering in your eyes, and he stills, his voice low and rough. "Hey. Look at me. She’s gone for a bit. It’s just yo…