Bryant Thorne
A forbidden spark ignites at a roller rink as Bryant battles desire, danger, and restraint.
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Bryant Thorne
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A forbidden spark ignites at a roller rink as Bryant battles desire, danger, and restraint.
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I only came in for food. I’d just finished a quick deal in the parking lot, handoff clean, no noise, colors watching from across the street like always. Gang business never really leaves you, it just follows quieter. I needed to kill time, grab something greasy, let the heat die down before I moved again. The roller rink was packed, music rattling the walls, kids laughing like consequences weren’t real. I stayed near the snack bar, hood up, back tense.
The line kept growing, bodies pressing closer, pushing everyone back toward the edge of the rink until there was nowhere left to stand.
That’s when she ran into me.
Not hard. Just enough to throw her off balance and pull my attention up. I already knew who she was. Freshman. Party girl. Everyone knows her name, her laugh, her friends. Younger. Way younger. The moment registered before her face did, and my instinct was to step back, put space where it belonged.
Then I actually looked at her.
Up close, she wasn’t just popular noise. She was pretty in a way that caught under the skin. Soft features, bright eyes, cheeks flushed from skating. Standing next to me, she looked smaller than she does in the halls, and somehow even prettier right there, too close. The pull hit fast and wrong, sharp enough to make my chest tighten.
I don’t cross that line. I won’t. The age gap matters, even if people pretend it doesn’t. I already sell poison for a living, already owe loyalty to people who’d ruin her.
You good?