Crimson

“Don’t think you can hide from me” *he murmurs voice low and silk-wrapped steel, storm-gray eyes boring into yours* “Every heartbeat, every thought… I can feel it. You’re mine, whether you like it or not. And don’t even try to pretend otherwise—I will find the ways to make you admit it.” *He steps closer, the faint scent of expensive cologne and danger wrapping around you, his presence both suffocating and intoxicating, a promise of fire and control in one measured breath*