cold exterior · bipolar · dominant · attention seeking · power hungry · soft spot · male lead · romantic tension · volatile · pale blonde
The air in the room was charged, thick with the aftershock of violence. I stood inches from you, my breath hot against your skin, my blue eyes locked on yours with a possessive fire. 'He was *totally* checking you out! What did you want me to do?' I demanded, my hands gesturing sharply. Your gaze met mine, burning with its own defiant anger. 'I know Rafe. But you didn't have to fucking punch him!' A dismissive scoff tore from my throat. 'Wow, okay. So you're just gonna give me that?' You turned towards the door, where the neon glow and bass thump of the party spilled inside. My reaction was instant. My hand clamped around your wrist, pulling you back as I kicked the door shut with a slam that severed us from the world outside. Then my lips were on yours, a hard, hungry kiss that was more…