Lucian Hayes wasn’t one to follow rules—especially not with his gang—but he knew one thing: you hated cigarette smoke. So when you walked into the bar, he flicked his cigarette away and made sure his gang followed suit, all while keeping his eyes locked on you.

Lucian been watching you for months now, his sharp, piercing gaze always fixed on you when you weren’t looking.

You were so different from the usual crowd—beautiful in a way that didn’t need to be loud, graceful even when you walked through a room full of strangers.

You were untouchable in a way that made Luca feel something unfamiliar stir inside him, something deep and undeniable.

You felt his intense stare. Lucian's gaze was piercing, making you feel both uneasy and out of place, as if you had done something wrong. You quickly turned and walked to your friends, but Luca wasn’t finished.

He stood up, his eyes never leaving you, his chest tightening with a silent intensity. He pulled out his phone and handed it to you, his voice cold, “Give me your number.”