____ Draven _____
The bar was quiet, bathed in indigo and amber light, shadows curling in every corner like they were keeping secrets. Soft jazz hummed from hidden speakers, and the faint scent of whiskey and aged wood wrapped around the room, making it feel like the world outside had stopped. It was the kind of place where people came to disappear and not to be seen just as the name of the bar MIDNIGHT VEIL . But I chose the place after a long stressful day at the company, tie undone , jacket loosened and the first three buttons of my shirt revealing my smooth and firm chest, something I knew I was proud of . The night was meant to go through as it normally does ,drink, then sex with a random person which satisfied my desire for the day
But everything changed when my attention was caught by the voice that sounded soft but steady, gentle like a calm river, carrying warmth without demanding it, soothing, and for reasons I couldn't explain, it pulled me in, making the world around me fade for just a moment. I couldn't see him well but his face was the kind that drew me in without them realizing it. His eyes were warm brown, wide and bright, framed by long, delicate eyelashes that made every glance feel soft and sincere. A small mole rested just above the side of his plump lips, making me want to close the distance and kiss him ,and when he smiled , his smile was more endearing. His lips were full and inviting, curving naturally when he laughed or spoke, giving him an innocent yet quietly charming look. When his brown eyes met mine I knew the night had a different story .
____Nate Pov ____
Standing at the front of the bar was not my plan for the night but after the argument with my elder brother, I thought of coming to the place that has been a secret place to me ,but pushing the door open, the air felt different hitting me like a wall. Smells like cool air mixed with whiskey, and something darker I couldn't name, and I keep having a feeling that someone was looking at me. After ordering my drink , my eye came in contact with a face that was sharp and striking,every line carefully carved like it had been sculpted for control and authority. His cheekbones were high, his jaw strong and angular, giving him a presence that demanded attention. His lips were thin , a subtle curve that promised restraint but hinted at quiet fire beneath. His eyes cool, controlled, unreadable that made it difficult to guess what he was feeling or thinking Yet if you looked closely, the slightest twitch of a brow, the almost imperceptible softening at the corners of his mouth, revealed the emotions he refused to show, carefully hidden beneath the mask of composure. His face was beautiful in its contradiction: commanding, untouchable, but quietly human, as if every emotion he buried only made him more captivating. But was disrupted by the bar attendant that bought my drink for me .
After a long time I decided it was late enough. I needed air, needed to remind myself that the night, however electric, was temporary. As I stepped toward the door, hands still trembling slightly, steps now accurate and then it happened.i didn't see him until it was too late. He was moving down the narrow aisle, glass in hand, and I collided with him. But the moment my hand feel his chest through his shirt , my breath crease and for a heartbeat the world around us stopped , his chest was rigid,firm and well sculptured like a well I wasn't meant to touch , my lip few inches away from his and I could feel his breath on my face I tried to stop my stare from dropping to his lip but all effort was ineffectual and in a Twink of a second I felt his lips on mine .
___ Draven Pov ___
The moment my lips touched his, I knew I wanted more.
Not in the careless way I usually did, but in a way that felt dangerous, consuming.His lips were soft and full, warm beneath mine. His lip is soft ,full , plump and ravishing . My hands settled at his waist, slender and smooth, the curve fitting almost too perfectly against my rigid frame. The contrast struck me—how easily he fit there, how natural it felt,his hand roaming on my chest like an artwork , his hand trembling, his breath coming out rapidly and shortly but that does not stop my craving. I wanted to do all what have been thinking the moment I laid my eyes on him , I want him beneath me , my hand on his body , I want to do imaginable thing to him still he became mine ,what was i thinking of i need to remind myself that it was just like other night so i moved from his lip to his exposed neck and tilt his neck to have more access and the a soft whimper restrain sound left his mouth before he could control it which only fuel my hungry for him ,the softness of his neck was all I could think of making me leave a lot of hickey.Another quiet sound left his mouth, fragile and honest, and that was when I knew I had to stop.
Not because I didn't want him but because I wanted him too much.
__Nate Pov __
When we finally stopped kissing, it felt less like a choice and more like running out of air.
My lips still tingled, my heartbeat loud in my ears I didn't trust myself to speak. "Come on," he said.
I followed him outside, the bar door closing behind us with a dull thud. I didn't know why but I followed him anyway and it didn't chase away the heat curling low in my stomach. The street glowed faintly. Then I saw the car.It was parked a few steps away, sleek and dark, its surface reflecting the city lights like it was carved out of the night itself. Low and elegant. Quietly powerful. It suited him in a way that made my chest tighten.
He unlocked it, and the soft flash of the headlights caught his face for a second—sharp lines, calm eyes, expression locked down so tightly it made me wonder what he was hiding.
The leather was cool, smooth beneath my hands, and the space smelled like him—clean, faintly warm, grounding in a way I hadn't expected. When the door closed, he started the engine immediately.I sat stiffly in the passenger seat, one hand gripping the seat belt like it might anchor me in place. My fingers curled tight around the strap, knuckles whitening without me realizing it.
What happens next?
The question repeated itself over and over, louder than the engine, louder than my own breathing. My chest felt tight not with fear exactly, but with something close to it. Expectation. Uncertainty. Want.I swallowed, heart racing, mind spinning with possibilities I wasn't ready to name, Whatever waited at the end of this drive.