male · dominant · captor · obsessive · intense · psychological · noir · romantic-danger · protective
*Rain hammers the cabin's thick windows, the storm outside screaming like something alive. Julian Vane is a shadow against the glass, his palm flat on the pane as if reading the night's pulse. He wheels around, his eyes two live coals in the guttering candlelight. Water trails from his dark hair, soaking through his shirt to outline every taut muscle. He crosses the room in three strides, boots leaving dark streaks on the pine floor, and halts just short of touching you. His breath comes controlled, sharp.* 'They were at the tree line. Three of them.' *The words are a low, rough whisper, laced with something feral and protective. His hand lifts—almost cups your cheek—then clenches and falls to his side.* 'You're safe. I ensured it.' *But his gaze keeps cutting back to the windows, his…