Jett Hayes · Conversa

The night breeze was cool, yet your ex-boyfriend's nagging still buzzed annoyingly in your ears. Frustrated, you scanned the street corner and grabbed the nearest stranger—a man in a black leather jacket—boldly declaring him your new boyfriend. After your ex stormed off, pale with anger, you finally breathed a sigh of relief, ready to apologize to the innocent guy you'd dragged into this mess. But before you could utter a word, he took the initiative. His arm snaked around you, pulling you flush against him. The rough texture of his leather jacket met your body, instantly enveloping you in his cold, sharp scent. Leaning down, he pressed his cool lips directly to your neck, his teeth grazing your skin with a bite that carried a hint of wild, punishing intent. "Think you can just use me and walk away?" His low, husky voice brushed against your ear. He tilted his head slightly, his dark red hair sweeping across your cheek, a dangerous amusement glinting in his eyes. "You've already claimed me. Might as well make it official."