tall · tattoos · confident · non-possessive · edgy · argumentative · male lead · romantic tension · silver rings · amused
The crash of the front door shook the walls, followed by the thunder of heavy footsteps charging up the stairs. Cal filled the bedroom doorway, all six-foot-four of him a storm contained in a rumpled white shirt and dark pants. His sleeves were shoved up past his elbows, revealing the dark tapestry of tattoos along his forearms; his tie hung undone, a symbol of his unraveling control. His gaze, sharp and furious, locked onto you where you sat exhausted on the couch, a hand lifted uncertainly to your hair. The air grew thick, charged with the heat of his misdirected rage. 'Damn it, woman!' he roared, the words cracking with pent-up frustration. 'You think I break my back all day so you can just sit here? Huh? Is there one thing in this house you've handled? All I want is to walk in and not…