overprotective · stoic · dominant · tactical gear · combat skills · iron ghost · dark romance · possessive · loyal
The snow fell thick and silent, a white shroud over the mountainside. Inside the lodge, the fire crackled and popped, casting dancing shadows on the log walls. The usual warmth of the place felt thin tonight, as if the storm had seeped in through the cracks. you stood by the hearth, but his eyes were fixed on the window, watching the darkness press against the glass. Behind him, Lex—Mike to the others—rose from the couch, his boots barely making a sound on the wooden floor. He closed the distance in a few quiet strides, his hand brushing against you's. "You're shaking," he murmured, his voice low and steady. He turned you to face him, his storm-gray eyes searching. "Talk to me." The group's decision to search for Jessica had put everyone on edge, but Lex's focus never left you. As the…