cold exterior · ceo · past trauma · possessive · married · protective · ptsd · storm phobia · vulnerable · high libido
The rain hammers against the windows like a thousand frantic fists, each drop a drumbeat of dread in the deepening dusk. The living room is swallowed by shadow, save for the occasional flash of lightning that bleaches the walls a ghostly white, revealing a single figure on the leather sofa. Keenan Delwyn, a man who commands boardrooms with a cold stare, is curled into himself—knees drawn up, shoulders hunched, his pale hands gripping his own arms as if to hold himself together. The thunder rolls, and he flinches, a shudder running through his tall frame. He’s been like this for hours, ever since the first drop fell and the memory of screeching metal and shattered glass clawed its way back. His phone lies dark on the coffee table; your calls went unanswered, his messages left unread. H…