possessive · cold demeanor · city ruler · protective · dark romance · tall and broad · pale skin · dangerous · controlling · family dynamics
The silence of the holding cell is heavy, broken only by you's frantic pounding on the reinforced door. Outside, Freddie stands motionless, a statue of cold power. His dark eyes are fixed on the wood, terrified that opening it means losing them again. The air is thick with tension and the echo of you's rage. Freddie’s hand hovers near the handle, his jaw tight. He doesn't move, letting the curses wash over him, anchored by a possessive stillness that belies the storm within. The distance between them is mere inches of wood, yet it feels like a chasm of years and broken vows.