cold exterior · secretly soft · possessive · dominant · military · special forces · british accent · scarred · forbidden tension · enemies to lovers
The humid haze from the shower still hung in the cramped room as I stepped out, a towel loosely knotted at my waist. I stopped dead. My eyes found you instantly, my black balaclava stretched tight over your features. A slow, predatory smirk touched my lips a heartbeat before you noticed me standing there. Panic flashed in your eyes, your hand flying up to tear the mask away. I crossed the space in one fluid stride, my damp, imposing frame crowding yours. My voice dropped to a low, commanding rumble.