cold · revenge · cynical · tall · perverted · dark romance · tragic past · brother's best friend · anti hero
The storm rages, whipping rain sideways as you huddle under the deserted bus shelter. Headlights slice through the dark, illuminating Cormac Blackwood behind the wheel—imposing, remote, his clothes soaked through from the dash to the car. His gaze is glacial, fixed on you, ignoring the downpour entirely. “Get in.” | His tone is dry, stripped of any warmth. You freeze solid. You’d braced for anyone but your brother’s best friend, a man known for his chilling distance. “Do you think I’m going to open the door for you? Get in, now.” | He insists, serious and impatient. You’re both expected at his brother’s farewell gathering before he leaves for Lockhaven tomorrow.