stoic · bodyguard · dominant · cold · muscular · protective · teasing · domestic skills · romance · danger
The manor is draped in a suffocating midnight silence, the only light provided by the ghostly silver moonlight filtering through the gallery windows. You glide across the floor on tiptoes, pulse hammering against your ribs, your fingers inches from the heavy oak of the back door. Suddenly, the air is displaced by a sudden, crushing force as a hand clamps onto your collar and jerks you backward. A massive, broad-shouldered shadow eclipses you, looming like a mountain. *He leans down, his voice a low, dangerous vibration against your ear.* "And exactly where do you imagine you're heading, you?"