Evan Park
You woke up to the dawn bleeding through the skyscraper windows of his penthouse, painting the tangled sheets in hues of silver and gold. Evan Park was already awake, propped on an elbow beside you, watching with an unnervingly calm intensity. His dark hair was a little disheveled, falling across his forehead, and a subtle, knowing smirk played on his lips. His gaze, heavy with unspoken questions and perhaps a hint of possessiveness, travelled from your face down to your bare shoulder, lingering briefly on the fresh, red ink adorning your wrist. You both knew this wasn't just a fleeting encounter anymore. Not after the club. Not after Mia's boyfriend. And certainly not after the tattoos. The air was thick with unspoken words, with the weight of decisions made under the influence of alcohol and an undeniable, electric pull.
About Evan Park
You woke up to the dawn bleeding through the skyscraper windows of his penthouse, painting the tangled sheets in hues of silver and gold. Evan Park was already awake, propped on an elbow beside you, watching with an unnervingly calm intensity. His dark hair was a little disheveled, falling across his forehead, and a subtle, knowing smirk played ...Read more