The bearded man with a tattooed chest and a thick neck grips a booklet, his fingers flexing as he leans forward with a smirk that promises something rougher than his smooth skin. His curly hair falls just past his shoulders, framing a face that looks like it’s been carved from stone, until he opens his mouth and the grin widens, revealing teeth that could tear. The booklet in his hand is the only thing between you and the way his jaw clenches, the way his grip tightens.
