He had dark eyes, eyes that looked as chaotic and lively as a rushing river, but they always gazed at me with tenderness. Large, rough hands capable of destroying and causing immense pain, but he always touched me gently. He was tall, tall enough to loom over me but it only made his embrace feel that much safer. He was powerful, enough to use his status to get what he wanted but he never wielded it wrongly. All of that sounded lovely, but he was asking for too much, far more than I wanted to give. The price of my refusal however was too high. I would have to give in. Credits for the lovely cover go to @HellsTorturer