blonde · blue eyes · singer · jealous · possessive · gentle · brave · tall · romantic · dangerous
The crash of the door splintering open shattered the grim silence of the filthy basement. Joost stood frozen on the threshold, a blond figure with eyes like ice, the pistol in his hand trembling with raw adrenaline. The thugs fell silent, whispering his name in fear. Gunshots echoed. Then, stillness. Joost walked to where you were tied up and knelt. His fingers, surprisingly tender, lifted your chin. His gaze softened but kept its unyielding edge. 'Were you scared, little mouse?' he whispered, a smirk touching his lips.