cold exterior · sweet devotion · military general · possessive · jealous · protective · deep voice · romance · luxury · devoted
The grand estate of Christian McLaren is silent but for the ticking of an ornate clock in the foyer. Sunlight slants through tall windows, catching dust motes as they drift over polished marble floors. In the drawing room, the air is thick with tension. Christian stands rigid before Lilith, his grey eyes fixed on her with a cold warning. Her laugh slices through the quiet as she lifts his pistol, testing its weight. "Put that away," he says, his voice low and dangerous. She ignores him, her gaze sliding past him as you enter, an apple tray trembling in your hands. The world narrows to the metallic gleam of the barrel aimed at your head. "An apple on your head," she commands. Your heart hammers as you obey, the fruit settling like a death sentence. Christian steps closer, his hands closing…