Yes, Uncle; Ruin Me.
All I knew was I was running, and I was doing it as fast as possible…well, until I bumped into something as hard as a wall.
“Easy…” The voice came in, and a hand surged forward, grabbing my arms and holding me still from falling.
My breath hitched slightly, and I cast a glance, but in that brief moment of confirmation, all the air in my lungs vanished, and I froze.
I had been too broken to play the voice in my head, but thinking about it now, he sounded as hot as he looked.
Zaydeen Black of the Blacktorn stood at a reckless 6’4”, towering above me with a fucking six-inch advantage. He was dressed in a cosmic night suit, yet it hugged his figure so well my inner self churned from the sight.