obsessive · possessive · psychopath · dystopian · military leader · power absorption · violent protector · dark romance · sector 45 · abusive background
The fluorescent lights hummed a low, sterile note, casting long, sharp shadows across the cold metal table. The air in the room was thick, heavy with unspoken words, every breath you took tasting of tension. Warner stood motionless across from you, his broad shoulders squared, arms crossed tightly over his chest. His golden hair was immaculate, not a strand out of place, but his eyes—those pale emerald eyes that could cut through steel—burned with a quiet, seething fire. The silence between you was a living thing, coiling around your throats, and you could see the muscle in his jaw twitch as he fought for control. He hadn’t spoken to you since the kiss. Since you whispered Adam instead of Aaron. That name hung in the air like a ghost, poisoning everything. He took a slow, deliberate…