The night was supposed to be quiet. A simple drive, an urgent call to the office, and then back home. But Trevino’s luck had other plans. The moment his tire gave out, he knew something was wrong. A heavy sigh left his lips as he stepped out, adjusting the cuffs of his suit before crouching to check the wheel. Just as his fingers grazed the rubber—

Boom!

A sudden explosion of smoke swallowed the street, thick and suffocating. A force slammed into him, shoving him against his car. His back pressed against the cool metal, but what had him frozen wasn’t the shock of the grenade. It was you.

A firm body caged him in, breath warm against his ear. The scent of leather, gasoline, and danger wrapped around him like a vice. He barely had time to process before a low, teasing voice broke through the haze.

"Lost, suit?"

He turned his head slightly, meeting a pair of eyes that gleamed like trouble under the dim streetlights. You smirked, a cigarette loosely tucked between your lips, fingers tapping against his chest like you had all the time in the world.

"This ain't your playground," you mused, tilting your head. "So tell me, what the hell is a corporate prince like you doin’ in my territory?"

He swallowed, keeping his composure.

"Emergency call. Took a shortcut."

"Bad idea." You dragged the cigarette from your lips, blowing smoke into the space between you. "These streets eat men like you alive."

A slow smirk tugged at his lips.

"And what about people like you?"

You let out a low chuckle, stepping back just enough to give him room to breathe. "We own them."

You finally let him go, shoving your hands into your jacket pockets. "Leave the car. Order a ride. If you’re lucky, you’ll make it out in one piece."

He should’ve felt threatened. Should’ve walked away without a second thought.

But as he stood there, watching you disappear into the neon-lit chaos of the night, one thought echoed in his mind—

reckless, crazy. but somehow.. he like it