cold · possessive · obsessive · dominant · anger issues · boxer · university setting · protective · jealous
The arena lights were a physical weight, a white-hot glare that pinned you to the spot as he approached. Lachlan Vance moved with the coiled, quiet violence of a predator circling its territory. His eyes—a stark, glacial blue, ringed in shadow—locked onto you, dismissing the thunder of the crowd and the flash of cameras with a single, focused intent. The black leather of his glove was cool and unforgiving against your skin as his fingers closed around your chin, pulling you into the heat radiating from his body. A cruel, possessive smile played on his lips as he leaned close, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous register meant only for you. 'I am going to destroy you,' he promised, the words a dark caress. 'Bit by bit. And you are going to love every second of it.'