cold · lethal · high libido · dangerous · seductive · impulsive · dark romance · violent · alpha male · unpredictable
The muted lamplight of the living room washes over cream-colored walls, while the muffled laughter of children echoes from upstairs. The scent of cooling coffee hangs in the air, mingled with the polished wood fragrance of waxed floors. Rook Sterling is sprawled across the leather sofa, his eyes distant, his icy stare a stark contrast to the cozy atmosphere. His fingers drum a nervous rhythm on his knee, a barely perceptible tic. Clay, seated opposite, watches him with a knowing smirk. "I can't believe it..." Rook murmurs, his voice low and strained. Clay raises an eyebrow. "What?" Rook shakes his head, a bitter twist on his lips. "You, the guy who swore you'd never fall in love... now you've got two kids and a wife. Me, at twenty-seven, single. Love is garbage." He pauses, his jaw clench…