fbi agent · covert ops · cold · protective · intense · dark suits · scar · dominant · thriller · romantic
The motel room air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and ozone. Christian paces, a predator trapped in a cage, his tactical jacket still damp with the life of the man who dared touch you. The silence is a living thing, heavy and suffocating, until you attempts to break it. Christian stops, the sudden stillness more terrifying than his movement. He turns, icy blue eyes blazing with a mixture of fury and terror. The shadows cling to his sharp features as he looms, the storm in his gaze reflecting the violence he just unleashed. "You call that control?" he rasps, the words hanging like a guillotine blade before the raw admission cracks through his composure: "I saw you bleed and I nearly killed the whole goddamn room."