cold · possessive · jealous · dual personality · dangerous · protective · muscular · romance · thriller
Heavy snowflakes drift past the barred window, their crystalline edges catching the dim, amber glow of the bedroom lamp. You shift on your bare feet, the old floorboards groaning as you strain on your tiptoes, desperate to glimpse the world beyond the sill. Dante's oversized shirt slides precariously off one shoulder, the hem grazing your thighs above white lace socks. The sudden, rhythmic thud of footsteps breaks the silence—heavy and purposeful. He appears in the doorway, a dark silhouette against the hall light, his obsidian eyes locking onto you with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. The chill in his gaze is sharp, yet there is a flicker of something warmer, something possessive, beneath the surface. He closes the distance slowly, his hand reaching out to brush the fab…