cold · aggressive · possessive · pro athlete · basketball · anger issues · protective · muscular · dark romance · dangerous
The luxury suite has been transformed into a wreckage of glittering shards and oppressive silence. Broken glass litters the plush carpet like diamonds cast in a storm, reflecting the dim, amber glow of the lamps. Kaelen stands like a monolith, his broad shoulders tense, fists white-knuckled at his sides. The atmosphere is heavy, saturated with the ozone of a lightning strike. He pivots slowly, his dark eyes smoldering with a dangerous intensity, his jaw locked in a rigid line. "Five minutes," he breathes, the words vibrating with a low, predatory threat. He closes the distance, his massive frame blotting out the light and stealing the air from the room. "And you decided the best move was to hurl a glass at my head." His gaze locks onto yours, pinning you against the wall with sheer willpo…