Burn for Me, Devil Rider

Nyla Pov... I had just arrived, but I didn't come here to stargaze or stroll. Immediately upon checking in, I checked my map and studied every detail of where I should start. I didn't expect to meet him right away. And the moment I saw him, I already knew I was going to ruin him, not becasue I wanted to, but because I had to. This is the place where he spent most of his time. At least that's what I got. The first thing I noticed when I came here wasn't the engine roars or the heavy smoke clinging to the air. It was not even the dangerous tattooed men laughing like violence is their perfect language. But it was him sitting at the back of all these dangerous men laughing. Reagan "reaper" Vallenti. A name that makes everyone shiver in this city. Sitting alone in the dark doesn't give off a vibe of a man but a scent of warning. A dangerous warning I shouldn't ignore. He leaned lazily against the bar counter dressesd in a black leather jacket and tight dark jeans like a grim reaper. He has the presence that made the entire room bend around him. The conversations became soft, eyes dropped and even the bartender moved faster when he lifted a finger. His dominating aura let people obey him, not because he has the power and smile is not his cup of tea. Everyone around him follows even though commands weren't given. The expression he carried was carved from something cold and merciless, as if he had forgotten what warmth felt like. And his dark eyes under his sunglasses were sharp, observant and never missed anything. Especially not me! The obviously different in the crowd. Damn it! I silently cursed. I should have looked away and remembered what I am here for but I boldly held his gaze. It's a f*****g big mistake! Because something shifted not in him but from me. It was dangerously subtle emotions that could lead to something different from my plan. Like I am alreday closed to the fire and pretending I wouldn't burn. With a calculated move and a deep sigh, I walked further inside the bar ignoring all the signs creeping into my bones. Ignoring how the conversations clawed around me. And my instinct is screaming to leave right now. Turn around and run as fast as I can before it's too late. But I guessed it's already too late! All eyes are now on me, not obvious but they are vigilantly prepared and I have spent years preparing for this. Years of building enough courage to walk into the lion's den and face the person who ruined my life. The man who took everything from me with just a flick of his finger. He doesn't know yet, but I am here to destroy him as he did to me. But tonight I would become his downfall. I'm immersed in my world that I didn't notice another stool behind me but before I hurt myself someone speaks. "Be careful sweetheart!" He said coming from my left side and holding the stool. His voice was rough and amused. I look at him and he smirks, leaning against the table. His eyes roamed over me that will make your skin crawl. “Sweetheart you don’t look like you belong here.” He said still grinning making me pissed and annoyed but I am not here to fight with him. I forced a small steadying myself before I responded. "Maybe I like dangerous places." Few of his men who were seated inside laughed and rumbled. "Ooh, wrong answer sweetheart!" He winks at me. I wanted to tear his smile and pluck his eyes but I calmed myself. After all it wasn't them who I needed. He pushed off the table, walking closer while his eyes were on me. The moment he is in front of me, he leans and says, “Sweetheart dangerous places don’t like pretty things like you.” Before I could give him my response, the air shifted sending chills down my spine. It wasn't loud and wasn't obvious but every single person in this room felt the sudden change. That subtle silence spread like a waning. Just as I sucked in air, he spoke low yet controlled but deadly. "You back off!" Simple as that sends chills down my spine. I don't need to look behind me because I already know who carries the dangerous aura in this room. Only Reagan has the power to bend everyone in this room. The man in front of me immediately backed off, lifting his hands into mock surrender and stepping back. "Relax Pres. We were just talking." He said but Reagan didn't move right away and took his time. In the corner of my eye, I watch what will he do. He pushes off the bar and walks towards us with deliberate steps. His boots marked heavily against the floor and each step echoed louder but not rushed, not angry, it's just certain. I thought I could manage his presence but when he stops in front of me, everything becomes smaller and suffocating. I almost called my ancestor to save me a bit because the close-up was f*****g worse. His aura was not just dominating but too sharp and real. It sucks your energy and power. If I hadn't practiced how to face a demon I might be shrieking weakly right now. He removed his glasses, covering his eyes and looked at my face studying me like I was a math subject, trying to figure out or worst he already realized I was a person he shouldn’t trust. "This is your first time here?" It wasn’t a question but stating a fact. I almost scoffed but maintain my calm posture and responded. "Isn’t it obvious?" He was amused almost smiling, looking away a bit as the corner of his mouth twitched and said. “You are still breathing.” Just as he said that few men laughed nervously behind him. Looking around him, I must not be. "Shouldn’t I?" I asked calmly. But it was a trigger on his side. His facial expression suddenly changed from calm to something dark and curiosity in his eyes. “It depends!” He said, but his tone sent a lot of emotions I couldn’t decipher either. It’s almost a treat or welcoming. I haven’t responded still processing when he added. “Why are you here?” I wanted to say that to kill you but instead I chose to meet his gaze for a while. “Maybe to be a trouble.” I replied without hesitation. For a moment, the room becomes unbearably heavy and a split of danger. I thought he would throw me out or worse, but instead he stepped closer. Close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from him and close enough that my pulse almost betrayed me. “Interesting!” He murmured. I gasped shifting as I couldn’t avert my gaze, stuck. And looking at him sent something darker and it wasn’t a warning but a promise. I should have walked away while I still had a tiny chance to escape. I should have remembered the fire, the screams, the blood and my family gone because of him, yet here I am standing next to him, trapped with his defying gravity. And worse, I made the first mistake that would ruin everything tonight! And Reagan Vallenti? He let me!