Gwen
The boutique quickly turned into chaos. Staff and customers gathered around, whispering excitedly as the police arrived and hauled the masked robber away in handcuffs. He was still cursing and struggling, but it was pointless. That security guard had subdued him completely.
“Wow…” I muttered under my breath, unable to stop staring.
The man was still standing there, calm and composed like he hadn’t just tackled an armed robber. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a rigid posture that screamed discipline. He was breathtakingly handsome in a rough, dangerous way—nothing like the polished princes I was used to. The way he had moved… so fast, so ruthless. If he hadn’t been quick enough, that man could have shot someone. He could have shot me.
A shiver ran down my spine that had nothing to do
