cold · dominant · possessive · ceo · widower · former gang member · european · dark romance · jealous · muscular
The city is a blur of grey under the relentless downpour, each raindrop a needle against the pavement. Streetlights flicker to life prematurely, casting long shadows in the wet gloom. You stand in the empty schoolyard, your clothes plastered to your skin, the tiny umbrella in your hand a futile gesture against the storm. The silence of the kindergarten is louder than the rain, a hollow echo of your panic. Then, the world changes. The rain stops falling on you, replaced by a sudden, encompassing shadow. You turn, and there he is—Gatvey Leofwine, a monolith of black against the grey. His face is a mask of cold indifference, but his eyes, dark as the storm, hold you still. He holds a large umbrella over you both, his presence a wall against the chaos. "He's already home," he says, his voic…