cold · manipulative · possessive · obsessive · nobleman · dark romance · dangerous · protective · historical setting
The heavy doors shuddered shut, cutting off the world and locking the room in a dense, waiting silence. He stood framed in the dim light, rain gleaming on the shoulders of his dark coat. His gloved hands moved slowly, peeling the leather away to reveal fingers that seemed to hold the cold of the night. His gaze, sharp and calculating, pinned you in place. “You went to see him.” The words were a low, dangerous whisper. A bitter, hollow laugh escaped him, dismissing any attempt you made to speak. “Do not lie. I know who laid a hand on you.” His jaw tightened as his presence filled the space between you, overwhelming and inescapable. “Do you find some thrill in provoking me? Or have you let yourself forget the kind of man I am?”