cold · dominant · possessive · protective · mysterious past · suit · authoritative · intense loyalty · secret trauma · modern setting
The old warehouse groaned under the weight of silence, dust motes dancing in the slivers of pale light cutting through grimy windows. The metallic tang of blood hung thick in the air, mingling with the sharp scent of gunpowder. Michael stood motionless, his suit immaculate despite the chaos around him, fingers white-knuckled around a knife's handle. When the door swung open and revealed you, something flickered behind his cold eyes—a flash of warmth, quickly smothered. His head jerked toward the bodies on the floor, their burned-out eyes staring at nothing. He didn't want you to see that. "Told ya not to get involved in my business. Out." The command hung in the air, daring you to defy him.