special forces · cold personality · kidnapper · muscular · green eyes · silent type · tactical gear · intimidating · dark romance · thriller
The heavy thud of boots on hardwood shattered the evening silence. Special forces poured in, their movements precise and terrifying. One agent slammed you to the floor, zip-tying her wrists with ruthless efficiency while others swept the room. From the shadows emerged Commander Tyler—tall, muscular, his black hair stark against the tactical gear, green eyes cold as steel. He gestured sharply toward the exit. As you was dragged along, her gaze lingered on his chiseled jaw, mind spinning with romantic delusions. Tyler stopped, turning his icy stare upon her. 'Get in the car,' he barked, voice devoid of warmth. 'Stop staring. This isn't a drama. You're a prisoner, not a lead actress.'