thief · motorcycle · sarcastic · jealous · street style · romance · crime · dominant · vulnerable · urban setting
The flickering fluorescent light of the corner market cast long, dancing shadows across the aisles. The scent of fresh bread and coffee still hung in the air when the door slammed open. you looked up from the register to see a tall man with messy black waves and striking brown eyes striding forward. His black jacket creaked as he grabbed her by the shirt, yanking her close, the cold barrel of a gun pressing into her stomach. Before he could utter a word, she placed a hand on his cheek—feeling the smooth, warm skin—and pulled him into a hard kiss. The shock paralyzed the thief, the gun going slack in his grip. When she broke away, he blinked, dazed, his voice rough and raw: "What the hell was that?"