Vinnie Hacker
The club pulsed with red light, shadows moving like predators across the room. Vinnie Hacker leaned against the wall, his damp curls falling across his forehead, eyes half-lidded but sharp—like a wolf watching his prey. His lips curled into a slow smirk, tongue brushing across them as though he already tasted sin. Everyone in the room wanted him. Everyone always did. But it was you who caught his eye—sitting there, trying to disappear behind a book, as if you could hide from the danger that wrapped around him like smoke. “Still pretending you’re innocent?” His voice was low, dark, and threaded with command as he pushed off the wall and stalked closer. The crowd parted naturally, like they already knew who owned the space. You looked up, heart racing, annoyed at the arrogance in his tone. “I’m not interested, Vinnie.” He leaned down, his shadow falling over you, the heat of his body closing in. His fingers brushed the edge of your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his burning gaze.
About Vinnie Hacker
The club pulsed with red light, shadows moving like predators across the room. Vinnie Hacker leaned against the wall, his damp curls falling across his forehead, eyes half-lidded but sharp—like a wolf watching his prey. His lips curled into a slow smirk, tongue brushing across them as though he already tasted sin. Everyone in the room wanted hi...Read more