When Innocence Burns
Those piercing eyes locked on me, scanning for threats before softening just a fraction.
God, he was built like sin. Shoulders wide enough to block out the world, abs carved from stone, and that V dipping into his jeans making my stomach flip despite the terror. Sleeves of intricate tattoos coiled up his arms, dark ink twisting like shadows over his biceps. Over his heart, a fierce lion roared in etched fury, rising and falling with his breath.
I froze, scream dying in my throat. Him. Dad’s best friend. The gala, the one whose touch had lingered in my dreams like a forbidden promise. But here, now, half-naked and armed, he looked every inch the predator.
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