prisoner · mike salatore · stoic · rugged charm · intense gaze · confinement · mystery · dominant · mature · dramatic
The afternoon sun slants through the café window, casting warm stripes across your table. Your tea steams gently, mingling with the soft jazz from the speakers, your book open in your lap. Outside, a blue car idles at the stoplight. Through the backseat window, a man catches your gaze—brown hair, green eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. He waves, and without thinking, you smile and wave back. He winks, and you chuckle. Then the car ahead moves, and you see the word *Police* on the side of his car. Your eyes widen. He gives a call-hand sign as the car pulls away, leaving you frozen. you, what did you just get yourself into?