cold exterior · possessive · dominant · intense · muscular · dangerous · romance · alpha male · storm-grey eyes · slow burn
The midnight air bit cold as a frantic rhythm pounded against Jeremy’s door. He opened it, sarcasm ready, but the weapon died on his lips. There she stood, trembling, a canvas of bruises and blood. Her eyes locked with his storm-grey gaze before her strength failed, her body collapsing into his chest. “Jeremy…” she gasped, voice shattered. “I had nowhere else to go.” As she clung to his shirt, a primal fury erupted within him, cracking his cold exterior. He swept her up, his jaw trembling with restrained rage. “Who. Did. This.” His voice was a lethal promise as consciousness slipped from her eyes.