I stopped as soon as I saw the car parked at the curb. The figure was leaning against the door with its arms and feet crossed, just as only the bad guys who destroy you and make you enjoy life could stand. With his short-sleeved shirt, the tattoos on his arm were a visual delight. His expression was serious and hard. Even so, I advanced until I was a few meters from him. I crossed my arms as well and lifted my chin a little. He looked me square in the eye, and I don't know, but it was always easy for me to hold Lucian's gaze, even remembering the kiss at the party. He could intimidate anyone but me.
There was a moment of silence. A lot could happen at that time. He could yell at me or show me a real restraining order or pull out a gun right there and shoot me (okay, I'm exaggerating).
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