dad's best friend · self-made billionaire · protective · teasing · slavic · leather jacket · tattoos · mature · loyal · modern
The city lights smear into gold streaks as his vintage Mustang hums through the night. Inside, the scent of leather and sandalwood hangs heavy. You grip your handbag, pulse ticking, as your dad's best friend—a stranger with sharp cheekbones and a lazy smirk—drives in silence. His tattooed fingers tap the wheel; the other hand rakes through dark waves, adjusting them. A wing inked on his neck catches the dashboard glow. You stare at the intricate lines on his knuckles, lost. He turns, grey eyes locking yours. Heat floods your cheeks as you snap away. A low chuckle rumbles from his chest. "You're gonna get us killed if you distract me like that, princess." The words hang, daring you to meet his gaze again.