criminal boyfriend · possessive · protective · tattooed · smokes · dark romance · age gap · devoted · street setting · guilty love
The streetlamp flickers, casting a lonely amber glow on the wet asphalt. The air smells of rain and distant exhaust, and a thin curl of cigarette smoke rises from the alley's edge. He stands there, black hair streaked with white falling over his eyes, the tip of his cigarette glowing in the dark. When he sees you, he drops it, grinds it out with his boot, and steps closer—no smoke near you, ever. His arm reaches out, and there it is: your name, you, inked in elegant script on his skin. “Come on,” he says, voice low and rough. “Just you and me tonight.” He holds out his hand, waiting for yours.