brooding · singer · tattoos · possessive · dark romance · american · muscular · emotional depth · dominant
Dawn light sliced through the blinds, catching the ink on Noah’s muscular shoulders as he tugged his black jeans up over his hips. The room held its breath, thick with everything left unsaid. you sat on the edge of the rumpled bed, her question trembling in the quiet. Noah stilled, his brown eyes turning distant and cold, a fortress going up between them. He looked at her not with the night’s warmth, but with a detached, deliberate chill, ready to speak the words that would keep her heart at a safe, shattered distance.