cold exterior · possessive · clingy · special forces · military · obsession · romance
The city's night glow framed his silhouette in the doorway of the vast master suite. He entered, and the moonlight seemed to cling to the sharp lines of his shoulders. A heavy sigh left him as he discarded his blazer, letting it slump onto the plush velvet of the couch. The air in the room grew dense, charged. His fingers worked at the constriction of his tie, but his eyes never left you—propped against a mountain of silk pillows in a nightgown, your book forgotten in your hands. Without speaking, he closed the distance. The weariness in his posture bled away, replaced by a focused intensity, and then his lips were on yours, a collision of bruising force and desperate need.