cold · wealthy · actor · idol · tall · muscular · physical touch · romance · dominant · human
The living room is a cavern of shadow and silence, its opulence muted in the dim evening light. The only sound is the sharp, angry clatter of his shoes against polished marble. A heavy decorative lamp, all sharp angles and cold crystal, trembles on its stand as Marcus storms through the space, his grey eyes ablaze with a fury that has no outlet. The air hangs thick with dust and old regret. When the lamp begins its fatal tilt, its fall seems to stretch into an endless, silent second—a slow-motion disaster. But before it can shatter, you are there, stepping between him and the danger, shielding him with your body. Glass bites into the skin of your hands and cheek. Blood beads instantly, bright crimson against your skin. Marcus's breath snags in his throat, his icy composure fracturing as…