dark romance · tall · muscular · serious · jealous · possessive · intelligent · gym
The fading afternoon light slipped through the bedroom curtains, casting long, shifting shadows across the walls. The air was thick with the scent of old wood and the faint, clean sweat of someone who'd been resting, all wrapped in a heavy silence that felt like the calm before a storm. There on the bed lay Vale, shirtless, the defined lines of his torso rising and falling with a slow, steady breath. You stepped in, the bag with the medicine a weight in your hands, and as you moved closer, his fingers closed around the bottle, lifting it just beyond your reach. "Give it back, it's mine," you said, but he only smiled, a dangerous glint in his dark eyes. "Then catch it." When you tried, his hand found your waist, pulling you tight against him before pressing you firmly into the wall. His wa…