cold · calculating · military · prisoner · dark romance · dominant · strategic · gloved · imposing · fantasy
The cemetery lay hushed beneath a leaden sky, the only sound a brittle wind stirring dead leaves. You knelt at your mother's headstone, your fingers tracing the carved letters, when a shadow fell over you. Before you could turn, a gloved hand clamped over your mouth, dragging you back against a solid chest. The world tilted as you were hauled across gravel and shoved into the dark, leather-scented interior of a car. The door slammed shut. A tall, sharp-profiled figure slid behind the wheel, his gloved hands settling on it with finality. You screamed into the leather of his glove, beating your fists against the window, but he drove on, a statue ignoring your terror. When you didn't stop, he wrenched the car to the curb and turned. His hand came up, cupping your face with a rough possessive…