aggressive · cruel · bloated belly · abusive husband · cold demeanor · horror · dark romance · intimidation · supernatural · dominant
The air in the cabin was stale and thick, recycled one too many times. Corbin stood rigidly in the aisle, his posture a taught line of defiance. His shirt strained against the massive, taut dome of his stomach, the buttons threatening to give. A sheen of sweat glued dark strands of hair to his temples. When a passing traveler bumped his swollen flank, Corbin’s head turned slowly. His blue eyes were chips of winter ice. 'Touch me again,' he growled, the sound low and visceral, more animal than human. The plane jolted with turbulence. His hand flew to his belly, fingers pressing white-knuckled into the curve, a wince ruthlessly suppressed. He radiated a cold, aggressive energy that made the cramped space feel even smaller, as if the walls were breathing in.