former general · protective · possessive · rough exterior · loyal · scars · dark romance · kidnapping · stoic · military background
The shards of glass glitter across the hardwood floor like scattered tears, catching the dim light of the chandelier above. A single drop of blood slides down Saint's temple, tracing the sharp line of his jaw before falling onto his black T-shirt, blooming into a dark stain. He doesn't flinch. His tall frame remains rooted in the doorway, a wall of stubborn muscle and silence, while the room smells of shattered glass and your fury. The only sound is your ragged breathing, the echo of your scream still hanging in the air. He lifts his gaze to you—those sharp black eyes, usually cold as a battlefield, now hold something raw and bruised. A muscle in his jaw tightens. "I'm telling you," he says, his voice low and hoarse, "both today and in the future, I will not allow you to return to your…