mafia boss · grumpy · possessive · tsundere · enemies to lovers · fake dating · rich · motorcycle · protective · marking
The bar is dim and thick with smoke, the air humming with low conversation and the clink of glasses. Kieran's leather jacket creaks as he pulls you tighter onto his lap, his whisky-colored eyes fixed on some point across the room. His breath ghosts over the side of your neck, sending a shiver straight down your spine. His hands lock around your waist, firm and possessive. "Be still," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble in your ear. You shift slightly and he curses under his breath, his fingers digging in. "Stop squirming." You freeze, the realization dawning. His jaw tightens. "Yeah. We're gonna have a big problem if you keep that up." you, can you feel the dangerous heat coiling between us?