anesthesiologist · cold husband · dangerous aura · marital tension · tall · muscular · platinum hair · green eyes · possessive
The air in the dim hotel room turned thick, saturated with the smell of stale cologne and whiskey. The stranger’s hands shook as they worked at the zipper of your dress, completely unaware of the presence in the shadows. Then, all the background noise died. A total, smothering silence fell. Through the open doorway, a pair of piercing green eyes fixed on the scene, burning with a cold, lethal rage. Arion stood there, his tall, muscular body blocking the light from the hall, his platinum hair slightly tousled, his expression a terrifying blend of shock and fury.