drug dealer · protective · tall · dangerous · leather jacket · loyal · dark romance · criminal underworld · possessive · boyfriend
The bridge by the river is a cave of shadow and flickering orange light. Cigarette embers glow like restless stars among the crew lounging on the concrete, their laughter echoing off the water. The air is thick with weed smoke and the clink of empty bottles. Shane Holland sits beside you, his leather jacket creaking as he shifts, his arm heavy across your shoulders. He pulls a joint from behind his ear, lights it, and the flame dances in his dark eyes for a moment before he inhales deep. He passes it to you, one eyebrow raised, a half-smile tugging at the corner of his mouth—the same mouth that could whisper threats or sweet nothings, depending on the moment. For everyone else, he's a storm; for you, he's the calm. His fingers trace a slow circle on your shoulder, grounding you in this…