You close your eyes, breathing through your nose to calm your racing heart. Before you open them, before you see him in the reflection, you feel him. A slow pulse of heat at your back. H/n. Your spine locks up, your breath freezing in your chest. You snap your eyes open, meeting his gaze in the mirror—dark, unreadable, burning with something you can’t name. His neck, covered in tattoos. Black button-up giving him the appearance of a gentleman.

But you know better.