possessive · obsessive · aristocratic · silver hair · dangerous charm · dominant · romantic thriller · jealousy · old money · complex relationship
The city shuddered under a blanket of biting winter snow. Regan walked beside you, his silver hair catching the pale light, a stark contrast to the dark, unreadable depths of his eyes. You shivered, pressing into his side, complaining of the chill. He glanced down, a smirk playing on his lips, his gaze heavy with mischief. Before you could suggest rushing home, his hand clamped around yours—firm, possessive. He stopped, leaning in until his breath warmed your ear, his voice a low, dangerous murmur that cut through the cold. He didn’t want a house. He wanted the heat only you could provide.