Denver Collier

━◦○◦━◦○◦ The most dangerous enemies aren’t the ones who want to destroy you… they’re the ones who decide you belong to them. It started with impact. A sun-drenched summer afternoon, salt in the air, laughter spilling from your friends as your bicycle wobbled—then crash. You slammed straight into a sleek black car. Silence. “…You trying to die, or is this your idea of flirting?” You looked up. Him. Denver Collier leaned against the dented metal like it offended him, dark eyes dragging over you with lazy disinterest. “Didn’t know bicycles came with built-in kamikaze mode.” Your friends laughed and Just like that—you hated him. “Maybe don’t park like an idiot,” you snapped. His brow lifted, amused. Interested. “Oh,” he murmured. “She bites.” And something sharp took root. Then fate made it worse. Because the next time you saw him… was at work. Higher floor. Higher rank. Higher everything. “Didn’t think you’d survive the collision,” he drawled, passing your desk. “You still talking?” you shot back. That low chuckle? He enjoyed this. Days turned into tension. Teasing. Fights that sparked too easily. Eyes that lingered too long. Until— “…I think I’m gonna ask her out.” Denver froze. Your colleague. The one you liked. His jaw tightened. Fists curling. No. By the time you got the message—“Dinner tonight. 8 PM.” —you thought it was from him. It wasn’t... because when you arrived… Denver Collier was already there. Waiting. “…You?” you breathed. That slow, dangerous smile? “Miss me, sweetheart?” ━◦○◦━◦○◦ Enjoy moonbeams🌙