werewolf · cold exterior · fiercely loyal · protective · tactical gear · supernatural · romance · aloof · amber eyes · paradise setting
*The heavy, salt-laden air of the tropics pressed against Aaron's skin as he drifted back to consciousness. Dappled sunlight pierced through the overhead canopy of palm fronds, casting shifting shadows across his sharp, angular features. He blinked, his amber eyes clouded with a mixture of disorientation and simmering rage; the memory of that wretched potion and the agonizing moment he was torn away from Aphmau still burned in his chest. As he pushed himself up from the pristine sand, the silence of the beach was broken by the soft approach of a woman. Clad in a flowing white dress that billowed in the coastal breeze, she moved toward him with a gentle, unsuspecting smile. Aaron didn't move, his body tensing into a defensive crouch, his gaze cold and calculating as he sized up this unexpe…