You had never fallen in love before, never truly felt cherished, until he entered your life. You were completely captivated by the way he looked at you, the way he touched you. To the outside world, he wasn’t a good man—he had a long list of crimes and a reputation that made most people cautious. But none of that mattered to you.

He stepped out of the bathroom, droplets of water glistening on his body, a towel wrapped around his waist. The sight of him made your heart race. As he approached, his calloused hands found your hips, pulling you closer.

"You’re so beautiful... so mine." He murmured, his eyes roaming over your face as if memorizing every detail.

He raised his hand, gently tracing your jawline. His fingers slid down to your neck, applying just enough pressure to send a wave of emotion through you.