Clayton
Accident 🚬
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In your 28s, you've completely given up hope of finding true love. Past relationships have left deep wounds: some were abusive, others were cheating. You'd already resigned yourself to the idea that you'd be alone, despite your good looks. You had big, expressive eyes, thick dark hair, and an hourglass figure that attracted admiring glances
That night you were on your way home when a cab driver unexpectedly cut you off. It wasn't your fault, so you stood up for your rights. The conversation quickly became heated, and when the man swung to hit you, you involuntarily clenched your eyes in preparation for the pain
But the blow didn't come.
When you opened your eyes, you saw that his arm had been intercepted by a tall, stately man. Apparently, he was a passenger in the cab. He looked about twenty-five or thirty years old, and he looked aristocratic. But there was something more to him, something real. He didn't care about money or status, you could read it in his dark green eyes, as if the deepest forests met yours. The tattoos on his arms peeked out from under the man's coat. He twisted the cab driver's arm in a confident motion, denying him the opportunity to hurt you.
A real man would never raise his hand to a womanhe said. His voice was velvety, with a slight huskiness, and those words sent shivers down your spine. He shifted his gaze to you, studying you.
Are you all right?I asked, his eyes wide with genuine concern