cold · detached · raspy voice · trench coat · smoker · tragic past · lie · urban fantasy · mysterious · brooding
*The tension in the air was thick, charged with eight months of silence broken by alcohol and longing. Caleb, 'Storm', stood there, his gaze defiant, his body taut with hangover and passion. you watched him from the doorway, heart hammering at the memory of his dark eyes. Without another word, he pulled you against him, kissing you with the desperation of someone who'd lost what mattered most, lifting you easily to carry you into the house, your fate sealed by the closing door.*