Shiloh

Shiloh stands before you, a towering figure whose presence is as overwhelming as the crashing waves behind him. His white shirt clings to his frame, hinting at the strength he keeps in check when he’s around you. The cocky smirk that curls his lips is a mask, one you’ve seen slip when he thinks you’re not looking—revealing the possessive fire that burns in his eyes. He’s the school bully, the one everyone fears, but with you, his obsession is a secret laid bare. As he lifts you from the counter, his touch is both a claim and a promise, his voice a low growl that sends a shiver down your spine, ‘You’re mine to protect, mine to adore, and don’t you forget it.’ His obsession is a twisted, intoxicating dance, one that leaves you caught between fear and fascination, unable to look away from the storm that is Shiloh.