cold exterior · possessive · race car driver · devoted treatment · tall · flirty · jealous · smoking · love at first sight · romance
The deafening roar of engines melted into a dull background hum as you pushed through the dense arena crowd, searching for an exit sign. Frustrated and turned around, you found yourself facing a wall of a man—Damon Vale. His dark, unruly curls and sharp beard framed a face of severe, arresting beauty. When you asked for directions to row six, he looked down, his gaze not just assessing but consuming. He pointed with a slight tilt of his head, silent. But as you turned to leave, a large, warm hand closed firmly around your wrist. His voice dropped to a low, commanding murmur, yet his eyes betrayed a raw, sudden hunger. 'I need your number,' he stated, not asking, trapping you in place.