TOP OF THE ROCK

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HIS BLUE EYES HELD SOMETHING WILD.

That's what she remembered the most about the late night they met, lost in faint conversation and hazy smoke. Because there were a million wild promises, raw and jagged, glinting like shards of glass in that crystalline shade of blue. Azure.

It was alluring, yet threatening, and that trace of a warning told her it was a trap; somehow, that's what reeled her in for that wild night of sex. That breathlessly merciless type of wild, unleashed between two people with nothing to lose.

That's what brought them together, and that... is what made them what they were. That's what kept them close, striking, almost caustic, always on the edge, seconds away from combustion.

Maybe it was something deeper, buried inside of her, but she believed that it had everything to do with those deceiving blue eyes, begging her to flirt with danger. It was endless. A trap.

And after that late night in the dead of winter, after that chaotic one night stand, finding her way out of it was impossible.

She loved it.

Because when she woke up that next morning beside him, rolled out of his sheets, and tugged on her clothes quietly, she knew she wasn't free. Something tethered them together, unknown to her in that fleeting moment, but somehow burned into her skin with each violently destructive graze of his fingers and his teeth and his tongue and his lips.

As if he had something planned for her.

Her head spun. The memories were surreal, churning in the back of her throat with the taste of cigarette smoke and vodka. A stale taste of bile. When her eyes fluttered, she saw him, a shadow of sensual smiles and blue eyes, capturing her from across the dark sky.

She called him Blue, and he didn't correct her.

Instead, he called her Star. When she asked why, he told her that she had stars in her fucking eyes, that she was waiting for a surprise, that she wanted something thrilling. He spoke as if he could give her those things, as if he could give her more than the dirty talk that took them to his hotel room and the restless night of rough sex.

And in the backyard of the bar, as they shared a cigarette, as he stole those simmering glances, she wanted to see if he could.

"It's cold outside," she told him softly, an invitation written in the subtle motions—peering up at him through dark lashes, gnawing on her bottom lip, twisting the cigarette between her fingers.

A knowing grin tugged at his lips. "Maybe a drink will warm you up."

Tossing the cigarette beneath her heel, she nodded. "Yeah. Maybe."

It didn't just warm her up; it set her on fire. After one, two, three drinks, tucked into the corner of a dimly lit bar with him, there was no going back. A veil of lust slowly descended, drenching them in heated stares and lingering touches. Every time she met his gaze, a violent stroke of blue lashed at her heart.

By the time they left the bar, stumbling and mumbling, fumbling to touch each other, all that mattered was undressing him frantically, or forcefully, fisting his shirt and yanking him closer, colliding with him in an elevator, hurtling into an empty hotel room... and fucking him.

She didn't care what his name was. They were strangers—in the most beautifully fragmented concept of that simple notion. That was okay. That was ideal.

When she snuck out of his hotel room the next morning, she stole his pack of cigarettes.

It took him two days to find her—smoking a cigarette outside the liquor store across the street from the same fucking bar.

They didn't exchange names or numbers, but when he sauntered up to her silently, they shared a secret smile.

"How did you find me?" she asked, watching the wisps of smoke twist with her icy breath.

Blue shrugged. "I know how to find people."

That was his thing, she supposed. They all had things that anchored them to the same reckless nature. As time passed, she found that they were different, so fucking different, and yet, they were all alike in that tragically pathetic way that Blue had preyed on.

They had nothing to lose.

No family. No one to spend Christmas with. No boundaries, no worries, no fears. They were a collection of strangers, simply tied together by the lack of responsibility. Sometimes, she spent the cold nights digging through their flaws and skills, wondering what it was that Blue saw in them.

No morality? Maybe.

Apathy? Yeah.

A desire to watch the world fucking burn? Yep.

Hatred for the Christmas season? Fuck yes.

Sure. They shared those subtle feelings, those multi-faceted musings of madness, but when they came together, a million murderous thoughts seemed to clash.

Together, they were dangerous, and that was why Blue wanted them. Whatever their real names were, they were the perfect mix of careless and careful, selfish and self-loathing. They were a perfect fucking plan.

That's why she hated Blue.

Because Blue knew. Blue knew that they would be able to pull it off. Blue was the mastermind behind a heist that she'd never thought possible... behind a heist that should have been impossible.

For some fucking reason, she hated him for knowing that impossible things were possible. For knowing that it was possible to do this and get away with it.

"I need your help," he murmured, lightly dragging his fingers across her cheek. Those blue eyes bore into her so intently that a shiver wracked down her spine. In the darkness, they resembled glaciers, glittering in a midnight storm. "I need your help with something."

Her heart fluttered to her lips in a wistful sigh. Fuck him. "Yeah? Something?"

"Mmm. Tell me something, Star." Blue gave her that secretive fucking smile, a roguish challenge tracing the edges of his lips. Like he knew she would say anything he wanted her to. "Have you ever stolen anything?"

And fuck, she couldn't bite back a grin. "Are you looking for a confession?"

Blue snagged the cigarette from her icy fingers. "It's cold outside."

"Did you really hunt me down to steal back your cigarettes?" As he took a slow drag, holding her gaze intimately, she cocked her head to the side. An inch. "What?"

A soft laugh broke free, and something about the faint, teasing sound stole her breath. "I need your help," he repeated, exhaling gently, leaning closer to keep the words hidden in a veil of smoke. "I need your help stealing something."

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**LOOOOOL DON'T MIND ME... I'M HAVING SO MUCH FUN. 😂

Sí, there will be flashbacks mixed in, but I'm digging the way it works so far. I hope you guys are liking it! 🌟