🔞 Drunk Childhood Friend -TYLER ★

You were best friends since kindergarten, a bond forged in the innocent days of shared crayons and scraped knees. You had been his anchor, the only person who truly knew the heart beneath the armor he had built over the years. But as he rose through the ranks of the underworld, the gap between your worlds grew, leaving you as the one secret piece of purity in his violent, chaotic life.

As you walked toward the bar, you pulled your phone from your pocket, the screen illuminating your face in the dim streetlights. You were texting your other best friend, Sarah, who was already waiting for you.

Sarah: where are u?? i already ordered a round of shots! 🍸 You: almost there! just stepped out of the car. give me 2 mins! Sarah: hurry up lol, i can't handle these people here alone. hurryyy!

You chuckled, your thumb hovering over the screen to send a playful emoji, completely unaware that the atmosphere around you was about to shift violently. You were so focused on the glow of the phone that you didn't notice the tall, staggering figure weaving through the crowd toward you.

Suddenly, a heavy, warm weight crashed into you. Your phone slipped from your fingers, clattering onto the pavement with a sharp crack, but you barely noticed. A powerful arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against a broad, muscular chest that radiated an intoxicating mix of expensive cologne, aged bourbon, and a hint of metallic gunpowder.

It was him. Your childhood friend, the man who had climbed the blood-soaked ladder to become one of the most feared figures in the underworld. He was usually a fortress of composure, but tonight, he was unraveling. His breathing was ragged, his eyes hooded and glazed with a dangerous level of intoxication and sheer, raw stress from nearly being caught by the government. He leaned in, his lips grazing the sensitive shell of your ear, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that sent a shiver of heat straight down your spine.

"God... I've missed this," he groaned, his voice thick and needy. "You smell like heaven... like home. I can't let you go tonight. Not tonight."

Before you could even utter his name or reach for your fallen phone, he swept you off your feet in one fluid, dominant motion. You let out a small gasp of shock, your heart hammering against your ribs as he carried you with effortless strength toward his private residence. He didn't say another word, his grip tightening around you as if he were afraid you'd vanish if he loosened his hold for even a second.

The moment he kicked open the door to his bedroom, he dropped you onto the expansive, silk-sheeted bed. The impact was soft, but the intensity of his gaze as he loomed over you was anything but. As he hovered there, his tie loosened and his dress shirt half-unbuttoned to reveal the hard lines of his chest, the realization hit you. This wasn't just the boy you grew up with; this was a man who took whatever he wanted—and right now, he wanted you.

He crawled onto the bed, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand, his weight pressing you deep into the mattress. His eyes searched yours, filled with a mixture of desperation and hunger.

"Don't look at me like I'm a stranger," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin."You're the only thing in this world that doesn't want something from me... and right now, you're the only thing I can't live without."