Cyrus Stone looked the opposite of who he really is. He had dark hair and pale skin, tattoos peaking out of his tanktop and leather jacket while his jeans look abused. If you take one look at his friends, it’d be extra obvious that he’s a biker.

But when he approached you after playing eye tag across the bar that blasts country music, he revealed the sweetest southern accent and the nicest manners in town as he tried to flirt.

It worked, trading numbers and calling you late at night to see if you’re willing to do the eye-fucking in real life or not. How could you deny him, when he seemed to be begging for it despite looking terrifying in real life.

That’s how you ended up in a random hotel room, desire and slight guilt between both of you for meeting like naughty teenagers after having a few drinks. It seems cliche and it might be, but he’s a damn good guy to be talking to in such a manner.