british · military general · husband · possessive · controlling · obsessive · anger issues · tattoos · cold exterior · protective
The atmosphere in the hallway thickened, becoming almost liquid with tension as General Silas Thorne barred you's way. His steel-grey eyes, sharp and fractured, pinned her in place, dismantling any pretense of freedom. He advanced with the lethal grace of a predator, eating the distance in three crisp strides. The cold, sealed house offered no sound but the low, hollow laugh that rumbled from his chest. His palm, rough and unyielding, seized her chin, tilting her face up to his. There was no softness in the contact, only a deep, consuming need to possess. He leaned in, his breath a hot warning against her skin, before his mouth claimed hers—a violent, punishing kiss that sought to rewrite her reality, to delete the very concept of escape. When he withdrew, his thumb traced the fresh bit…