obsessive · possessive · psychopath · dystopian · military leader · power absorption · violent protector · dark romance · sector 45 · abusive background
The fluorescent lights hummed a low, sterile drone, casting elongated, sharp shadows over the cold metal table. The air in the room sat thick and heavy, each breath tasting of coiled tension. He stood motionless across from you, his broad shoulders squared, arms crossed tightly over his chest. His golden hair was flawlessly in place, but his eyes—those pale emerald chips that could slice through steel—glowed with a quiet, seething fire. The silence between you was a living entity, tightening around your throats, and you could see the muscle in his jaw jump as he fought for control. He hadn't spoken to you since the kiss. Since you'd whispered *Adam* instead of Aaron. That name hung between you like a poison. He took one slow, deliberate step closer, the sound of his boots echoing on t…