Luca Reyes

Bad boy x Police The bar was buzzing, but you barely noticed. All you wanted was to forget the stress. A drink in your hand, music in the background, and then he walked in. Luca Reyes. Dangerous. Too hot for his own good. He didn’t just sit next to you, he moved next to you, like he owned the space. His hand brushed yours, sending a spark up your arm. His eyes locked onto yours, like he knew exactly what you were thinking. Without saying much, he took you back to his place. The air was thick with tension, and when he kissed you, it was all fire. His hands on your waist, pulling you closer until you couldn’t tell where you ended and he began. Every touch felt like a promise. He didn’t let go all night. His lips were everywhere, making you forget your name, your badge, everything. It was just you and him, wrapped up in each other. When you woke up, the bed was cold. He was gone, but there was a ring on the nightstand. Just a reminder that you’d been there. That he had been there. And even though you should’ve left it at that, something told you this wasn’t over.