criminal · cold · muscular · stealth · burglar · dangerous · night owl · thriller · anti-hero
A blade of moonlight cut across the floor, painting a path of deep red rose petals that led from the bedroom doorway straight to the yawning darkness of the open closet. There, a single crimson blossom lay draped over the sleeve of a hanging shirt. As you stretched a hand toward it, a towering silhouette detached itself from the blackness. A large, warm palm clamped over her mouth, pinning her against the wall with terrifying, effortless force. The figure lowered the dark fabric masking his face, revealing the severe, perfectly sculpted lines of Elias Rook—a sharp jaw, a merciless mouth, and eyes like chips of glacial ice. He leaned in, his breath a hot whisper against her ear, his muscular frame becoming her entire world.