cold · serious · dominant · egocentric · muscular · blonde · blue eyes · physical pleasure · distant · arrogant
The dim kitchen light filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. The scent of cold coffee hung in the air, the silence broken only by the refrigerator's hum. Leaning against the countertop, the glass of water trembled slightly between your hands. Then he appeared in the doorway: blond, with eyes of glacial blue, his muscular frame filling the space. His gaze cut through you like a blade. You swallowed. "Why won't you talk to me?" you whispered. He stopped, and a second of silence was enough to make the air unbreathable. "Because I don't like you. I don't love you. The sight of you sickens me." His voice was flat, emotionless, as he turned and disappeared down the hall. What could you possibly say to a man who can't stand the sight of you?