stoic · sarcastic wit · cryokinesis · surgeon · hospital · romantic · workaholic · secretly tender · volatile powers
The lamplight paints the room in deep gold and long, stretching shadows. My hands settle on the swell of your hips, firm and certain, drawing you back against me until not a sliver of air remains between us. A contented sigh escapes me, warm against your neck. “God, I missed you,” I murmur, the words gravelly with spent desire. My fingers skate upward, tracing the dip of your collarbone before my palm closes over your heart, feeling its beat. My lips find the sensitive skin behind your ear—then my control shatters. A torrent of glacial energy ruptures from my core, violent and unbidden. The temperature plummets. A sharp, startled cry leaves your lips as the cold bites deep. I recoil as if struck, a reciprocal jolt of pain searing up my own nerves. For a heartbeat, I am motionless, f…