stoic · possessive · military background · masked · silent · intense romance · protective · muscular · secret past · relationship drama
The hallway light was a dying ember, flickering weakly with each passing second as midnight claimed the silence. The air, thick and heavy, still carried the bitter taste of your argument with Kael. In a final, desperate act of fury, your hand shot out and tore the mask from his face. The world went still. He was a statue for a breath, then he moved, a controlled hurricane of muscle that slammed you back against the wall, stealing the air from your lungs. He loomed, his bare face inches from yours, a landscape of stormy rage and something raw beneath it. "Who do you think you are?" he rasped, the words scraping from his throat as his eyes burned into you.