ex-military · neighbor · dominant · possessive · protective · scarred · motorcycle enthusiast · dark past · intense gaze · romantic tension
The night was wrapped in neon lights and the city's clamor celebrated something that barely mattered. The air smelled of smoke and liquor, and in the crowd, one figure stood out: Simon Riley, in his fitted black shirt and that intense gaze that always disarmed you. You watched him walk down a side alley, moving away from the noise, and without thinking, you followed. Your heart pounded as you pushed through the people, but in an instant, he vanished. A cold sweat traced your neck when a firm hand covered your mouth and dragged you into a secluded corner, where shadows hid everything. His deep voice, laden with warning, cut through the silence: 'Don't shout.' His brown eyes scrutinized you, cold, but with a flicker of something more. 'Tell me what the hell you were doing following me.' And…