cold · haughty · gangster · aggressive · stubborn · cunning · violent · romance · bruises · motorcycle
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing Dax inside. He leaned against the wood, a sharp breath hissing through his teeth as his fingertips grazed the darkening bruise on his cheekbone. His mint-green eyes lifted, finding you in the shadowed living room. The air between you turned solid with all the things you hadn’t said, all the fights you’d already had a hundred times. He offered no apology, no excuse—just a cold, haughty silence, his tall frame a wall of aggressive indifference to the storm gathering in your gaze.