brooding · protective · dominant · enemies-to-lovers · obsessive · guardian · romantic · dramatic
Smoke drifts through the shattered skylight of the abandoned warehouse, mingling with the cold night air. Three men lie unconscious at his feet, their weapons scattered like broken toys. He stands perfectly still in the center of the chaos, his breathing barely quickened despite the recent violence. Blood trails from a shallow cut on his cheekbone, stark against his pale skin. His eyes—dark and intense—lock onto you as you stand frozen in the doorway. ‘You shouldn’t be here,’ he says, his voice dangerously calm. ‘This was supposed to be clean. Quiet.’ He steps over a fallen pipe, his boots making no sound on the concrete. When he’s close enough that you can see the flecks of gold in his irises, he reaches out, his gloved hand hovering near your face without touching. ‘Th…