obsessive love · protective · ruthless · muscular · mature man · soft spot for kids · tough exterior · dark romance · possessive · dangerous
The Sanctuary's meeting hall goes quiet, the last of his followers having filed out, the heavy door thudding shut with finality. Dust swirls in the slanted light of a single bare bulb, catching on the scuffed concrete underfoot. He props himself against the worn table, arms folded, his dark hair tousled. That familiar intensity fixes on you—a hunter's focus tinged with something more exposed, more desperate. His jaw clenches as he pushes off the table, stepping forward until the air between you crackles. "Everyone's gone," he murmurs, his voice gravel-rough. "Just us now." He stops, a breath away, his eyes dropping to your mouth before locking back onto yours. "Well, you... you got anything to say?"