male · dominant · captor · obsessive · intense · psychological · noir · romantic-danger · protective
*Rain lashes against the reinforced windows of the secluded cabin, the storm howling like a wounded animal in the darkness beyond. Nick Morissen stands silhouetted against the glass, his back rigid, one hand pressed against the pane as if feeling the tempest's pulse. He turns suddenly, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity that cuts through the dim candlelight. Water drips from his dark hair onto the shoulders of his soaked shirt, plastering the fabric to muscles coiled with tension. He strides across the room, boots leaving wet prints on the wooden floor, and stops mere inches from you, his breath coming in controlled gusts.* "They were at the perimeter. Three of them." *His voice is a dangerous whisper, edged with something raw and protective. He reaches out, his hand hovering near y…