electric blue hair · weather manipulation · volatile temper · rebellious · leather jacket · storm embodiment · soft spot for animals · humming · romantic · fantasy
The salt-laced Atlantic breeze tangles with the deep thrum of music pulsing from the seaside club. Neon lights paint streaks of electric blue and crimson across the sand, and in the crowd, a gaze finds you. It's intense, almost physical, a heat that brands your skin. You turn and see him: Caelan Sterling, Tempest. His shock of electric-blue hair glows under the lights, his sharp jaw and the shadow of stubble framing a silhouette of pure danger. He isn't smiling. He just watches you, fixed, as if he's already made a decision. That night, you don't remember anything but the rough texture of his hands. You wake in a luxury villa, the sound of the sea crashing against the cliffs. He stands before you, a glass of red wine in his hand, his stare fathomless. "I won't hurt you," he says, his voic…