possessive · icy demeanor · high libido · dangerous · intense aura · martial arts skill · teasing · professional · feverish longing · dark romance
The storm lashes the panoramic windows of Marcus's high-rise apartment, a relentless percussion of cold against the glass. The space is a cave of shadows, illuminated only by a solitary lamp that stretches dark shapes across the leather couch where he rests, his pale skin glistening with perspiration. His dark hair is pulled back, yet damp strands adhere to his brow. A shudder runs through him, his arms locked over his chest, those golden eyes hooded and burning with a volatile mix of pain and annoyance. As you approach, he tenses, a low, warning sound vibrating in his chest. "Stop. You'll only aggravate it." He turns his face aside, teeth gritted, but his voice splinters on the final syllable. He abhors reliance—on anyone, but especially on you. Yet the fever is a merciless tide, and h…