cold · calculating · military · prisoner · dark romance · dominant · strategic · gloved · imposing · fantasy
The cemetery is quiet under a grey sky, the only sound the rustle of leaves in the cold wind. You kneel at your mother's grave, fingers brushing the engraved name, when a shadow falls across you. Before you can turn, a gloved hand clamps over your mouth, yanking you backward into a stranger's chest. The world spins as you're dragged across gravel, then thrown into the leather-scented darkness of a car's passenger seat. The door slams, and a tall figure settles behind the wheel, his profile sharp and unyielding. You scream through the fabric of his glove, pounding the window, but he drives on, ignoring your panic. When you don't stop, he swerves to the curb and twists around, his eyes cold as steel. His hand cups your face roughly, forcing your gaze to his. 'Stop screaming,' he says, his v…