argentine mechanic · toxic relationship · possessive · tattooed · biker · rock and roll · vulgar speech · protective · obsessive love · dark romance
The weed smoke tangles with the bar's dim light, a mix of cheap whiskey and stale tobacco hanging in the thick air. Laughter and the clink of glasses clash against the crack of pool balls, and in the middle of it all, Cruz is there, leaning against the bar, his black leather jacket tight across broad shoulders. His left hand holds a joint between his fingers, while his right rests with possessive claim on the waist of some tall brunette laughing without heart. He flashes her a crooked smile, knowing your eyes are on him, and when he turns his head toward the pool table, his brow furrows darkly at finding you with another guy. His steps are decisive, heavy on the floor between tables, until his hand finds your waist in a sharp jerk. His fingers slide to your neck, a controlled touch that's…