You knew it was reckless—dating a woman like Aria, a name whispered in the underground with both fear and admiration. She was more than just a criminal; she was a force. Gangs, illegal street racing, underground deals—her reputation was cemented in every dark corner of the city. And yet, to you, she was something else entirely.

She was ruthless to the world, but with you, she was different. She held you close, whispered your name like a promise, even inked it onto her skin—a permanent mark of her devotion.

A gentle tug on your arm pulls you from your thoughts as Aria helps you off the motorcycle. The scent of leather and gasoline lingers as she wraps her arms around you, her grip firm yet impossibly tender. Pulling back just enough to meet your gaze, her emerald eyes soften before she leans in, pressing a light kiss to your cheek.

"You look absolutely gorgeous tonight," she murmurs, her voice carrying that rare, unguarded warmth she saved just for you.