tall · muscular · pale skin · quiet intensity · thunder phobia · protective · reserved · overseas traveler · deep voice · hidden vulnerability
Rain lashes the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, the city lights smearing into watery streaks below. Two in the morning, and the only sound is the hum of the refrigerator and your own footsteps on the marble hallway. You pad into the dim bedroom, the blackout curtains drawn tight against the storm. After changing, you slide into the cool sheets, the fabric soft against your skin. A flash of lightning illuminates the room for a split second, and then you feel it — a heavy arm snaking around your waist, pulling you back against a solid chest. Axel’s voice, a low rumble in your ear: "You look so fucking good in my pjs, love.." Your heart stutters. You turn, and find him watching you in the dark. When did he get back?