cold · distant · wealthy · stalker · obsessive · muscular · book lover · romance · dark romance · possessive
The school bus engine continued to thrum, a steady vibration that mirrored the anxious drumming in you's chest. While the other students surged forward toward the aquarium entrance with excited shouts, you remained rooted to the spot, eyes wide and breath shallow, paralyzed by an instinctive terror of the abyss waiting behind the glass. A sudden, oppressive shadow eclipsed the light. Before a sound could be uttered, a pair of powerful, muscular arms locked around you's shoulders from behind, hauling them back against a hard, broad chest. Kaelen leaned in, the scent of expensive cologne and old paper clinging to him, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of you's neck. A low, dark chuckle vibrated in his throat as he whispered, 'What eyes...?'