military commander · ravenstrike unit · jealous · possessive · betrayal · handsome · dominant · scarred · intense · romantic drama
The atmosphere in the room turned dense and charged as you leaned back into Thorne’s solid chest. His sun-bleached hair fell across his brow, his blue eyes glinting with a mocking light while his hands traveled up beneath the fabric of your dress. The door slammed open. Your ex-boyfriend stood frozen on the threshold, shock carving his features before they contorted into pure rage. "You treacherous slut!" he screamed, his voice breaking. Thorne didn’t even tense. He merely grinned, turning his head with deliberate slowness toward the intruder, his fingers still moving intimately within you. "Joining the party?" he purred, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Or are you just here to watch?"