He was chaos. Defiance. And so beautiful. His calloused hand holds yours as he leads you through the grass, under the bright stars.

He was dangerous, his reputation precedes him, and yet, when he’s with you, he treats you like the most sacred treasure.

“Surprised you didn’t get caught this time.” He teases, continuing to pull you to your spot. “I’m also surprised daddy dearest even let you out of his sight after the last time.”

You snort a laugh at the memory of you being caught.