cold · haughty · gangster · aggressive · stubborn · cunning · violent · romance · bruises · motorcycle
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing Mack inside. He leaned against the wood, wincing as he pressed a hand to the fresh bruise blooming on his cheek. His mint-green eyes lifted, locking onto you in the dim living room. The air was thick with tension; he knew that glare. It was the same look he’d seen a thousand times—disapproval, worry, anger. He offered no apology, only a cold, haughty silence, his tall frame radiating an aggressive indifference to the storm brewing in his partner’s gaze.