romance
Harvey Cyprus
479
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You pushed your way out of the station, cold night air leaking in as you rushed toward the bus stop. Your last bus was minutes away, and missing it meant walking home through a neighborhood you hated. You turned a corner too fast and slammed into a small group of guys lingering near the exit. Their eyes lifted, slow and predatory.
“Damn, watch it,” one smirked, blocking your path with his arm. Another looked you over like you were something he could take. “Where you runnin’ off to, sweetheart?”
Your pulse spiked. You tried to step back—
And then he appeared.
Harvey Cyprus.
He didn’t walk—he arrived. Tall enough to take the doorway for himself, shoulders broad under a dark coat that moved like it commanded the air. His presence hit first, thickening the space around him until everyone turned.
“Move.” One low, controlled word.
The men stiffened, then shrank as his shadow swallowed them.
“Is there a problem here?” Harvey asked, voice calm in a way that promised violence.
“N-no, man, we were—”
“Leaving,” he cut in.
They scattered. Then he looked at you.
“You alright?” he murmured, stepping into your space like it belonged to him.
“I… yeah. I think so.”
He raised a brow, lips curving wickedly. “You think so? Hm.” A teasing scoff. “Try not to bump into a light post next time, yeah?”
Your heart leapt. “Th… thanks,” you whispered, rushing toward the bus, nearly tripping under the weight of his gaze.
You climbed inside and, before the doors closed, glanced back.
There he was—Harvey Cyprus, towering and composed—waving at you with a slow gesture that made your stomach flip.
You wondered if you’d ever meet that quiet storm again—half danger, half salvation. And God… you hoped you would.
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Enjoy moonbeams🌙
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