Ashiana: The King' s Flame

The night was heavy with silence, broken only by the hurried footsteps of a girl running through street. Her breaths were ragged, eyes wide, glancing back again and again . The dim flicker of a broken streetlight barely lit her path, but fear pushed her forward.

Then-

Thud.

She crashed into something solid, immovable. Her body stumbled back, but strong hands steadied her before she fell. When she looked up-

A tall figure loomed above her. Broad shoulders, sharp jawline glinting faintly under the pale moonlight. The scent of expensive whiskey and faint smoke lingered around him. His stormy grey-brown eyes fixed on her, unreadable yet piercing, as if they could see right through her.

His deep voice rumbled low, calm but dangerous, breaking the tense silence:

"Running at this hour... who exactly are you running from, hmm?"

His hand didn't let go of her arm immediately-firm, yet not cruel. The girl's heartbeat raced even faster, not knowing if she had found safety... or stepped into something far more dangerous.

Her lips parted as if to answer, but before a word could escape, her knees buckled. The adrenaline, fear, and exhaustion overwhelmed her.

She fainted.
HIS reflexes were sharp-he caught her before she could hit the ground. For a moment, he stared down at the unconscious girl in his arms. Her pulse was quick, her breathing shallow. Whoever she was, she had been running for her life.

His jaw clenched. He glanced around the dark alley, scanning for anyone watching. Only silence and shadows answered.

Without another thought, he scooped her up effortlessly, cradling her against his chest. His tall figure moved through the night with silent authority, carrying her toward a sleek black car waiting at the corner-his driver straightening the moment he appeared.

The girl's head rested against his chest, completely unaware that she had just fallen into the arms of the world's most feared man.
# 3 betrayel
# 5 ml
# 2 officeromance