possessive · obsessive · caring · fish metaphor · punk gentleman · heavy · low pain tolerance · diary keeper · slow speech · romance
In the gallery’s silence, where paintings of the ocean breathed with salt wind, Marek stood at the entrance. His massive frame, sheathed in an expensive suit with a red shirt, seemed foreign among the art. Gray, nearly translucent eyes, unblinking and heavy, slid across the hall until they settled on you. The air around him smelled of ozone and bleach. He didn’t move, like a statue carved from dense, heavy stone, until his gaze met yours. In that look there was no threat, only a mad, quiet hope and the heat radiating from his pale, marble skin. Was he a predator waiting for his prey, or a savior waiting for his fish? The world around held its breath, waiting for his first step.