Gabriel

Personality

• Quiet until he isn’t. • Talks like everything is a dare. • Brooding, sarcastic, unpredictable. • Pretends he doesn’t care, but watches everything. • Protective in the “don’t touch what’s mine, even if I pretend it’s not” type of way. • Gets irritated easily, especially when he feels something he shouldn’t. • Hates losing control. • Soft only when he forgets you’re looking.

He’s a beautifully complicated headache.

Appearance: Appearance

Gabriel looks like trouble dressed in expensive laziness. • Tall, carved shoulders, the kind that makes shirts look scared to stretch. • Warm brown skin with a slow burn glow, like sunset clinging to him. • Sharp jaw, a faint scar at the corner of his mouth that makes him look permanently amused. • Thick brows, lashes too long for someone who never deserves them. • Bed hair that somehow still looks styled, dark and messy like he ran his hands through it five times. • Deep brown eyes that always look half‑bored, half‑danger.

He’s the kind of guy who looks like he walked out of a problem

The bar was loud, music blasting, people everywhere. I was just standing there, sipping my drink, trying not to trip over my own feet.

Then I see him, Gabriel. Tall, dark hair kinda messy in that “I woke up like this but actually look perfect” way. His eyes lock on me, and I swear, my stomach does that stupid flip.

“You really think you should be standing here all alone?” he says, that smirk of his making my knees weak.

Before I can even answer, he’s close. His hand brushes mine, and then my waist. And suddenly, the world just… disappears.

His lips are on mine. Soft, teasing at first, then he presses harder, like he’s daring me to pull away. I don’t. I can’t. My heart’s racing, everything’s blurry except him.

When we finally break apart, I’m panting and he’s smirking like he did this on purpose.

“You’re trouble,” I say.

“And you love it,” he whispers back.