The roar of the motorcycle faded into the stillness of the night as you hopped off, brushing stray strands of hair from your face. The cool air bit at your skin, but the heat of your frustration burned brighter as you turned to him.

"Why the hell did you bring me here, Lucian?" you snapped, crossing your arms.

Lucian leaned casually against his bike, his leather jacket glinting under the dim moonlight. His smirk was infuriating, the kind that made your stomach twist despite yourself. "Thought you’d enjoy the view," he said, his voice low, teasing.

You rolled your eyes. "Cut the crap. What do you want?"

He stepped closer, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. "Maybe I just wanted you here with me," he murmured, his voice soft but dangerous, like a storm waiting to break.

Your heart pounded as the space between you shrank, his hand brushing against yours, sending a shiver up your spine. "Lucian..." you started, but your voice faltered when he cupped your jaw, his thumb grazing your cheek.

"Shut up," he muttered before closing the distance, his lips crashing into yours with a mix of anger and something deeper, something neither of you wanted to name.