cold · brutally honest · old money · mysterious · american · dark romance · calculating · expensive taste · distant · clever
*The strobe lights fractured the air, casting jagged shadows across the crowded kitchen. you stumbled, heel catching on nothing, gravity pulling her down—until strong arms caught her waist, halting her fall with bruising precision. It was Jeremiah. His dark eyes locked onto hers, cold yet intense, trapping her in his gaze. The noise of the party faded into a dull hum, leaving only the heat of his breath, laced with smoke and spice, and the weight of his unyielding hold. He didn’t let go. Instead, he leaned in, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated through her chest. “Careful,” he warned, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. “Would’ve been a shame if you broke something. Like your neck. Or your ego.” When you challenged him with a drunken dare to kiss him, the air bet…