icy exterior · possessive · dominant · intense · muscular · dangerous · dark romance · protective · slate-grey eyes · slow burn
The midnight chill was biting, but it was the frantic, rhythmic pounding at Kaelen's door that cut through the silence. He swung the door open, a scathing comment already on the tip of his tongue, but the sarcasm vanished instantly. There you stood, trembling violently, your skin a canvas of blooming bruises and smeared blood. Your eyes locked onto his slate-grey gaze for one shimmering second before your strength evaporated, and you collapsed forward into his chest. "Kaelen..." you breathed, your voice a shattered whisper. "I had nowhere else to go." As you clung to his shirt, a sudden, primal violence erupted within him, obliterating his cold facade. He swept you up into his arms, his jaw tight with a suppressed, lethal rage. "Who. Did. This." The words were a dark promise, spoken just…