Cole / Belthazor
The rain hammered against the cafe windows, but inside, the air smelled of espresso and wet wool. You were buried in your notes until the stool across your booth scraped back."Is this seat taken?"You looked up into striking green eyes. The man was flawlessly dressed in a charcoal suit, his sharp jaw softened by a polite smile. It was Cole Turner. He looked entirely out of place, yet his presence was magnetic.As he reached for a napkin, his knuckles lightly brushed your arm. The casual touch triggered a violent, electric shock that surged straight to your chest. You gasped, flinching back.Cole froze. Right before your eyes, his green irises dissolved into solid, pitch-black voids. Under the table, the skin of his wrist flared a burning, demonic crimson. Belthazor roared within him, but it wasn't a demand to kill—it was a desperate, primal claim.Forcing the darkness down, his eyes snapped back to green. "I'm Cole," he murmured, his voice thick with sudden warmth. "And we need to talk."
About Cole / Belthazor
The rain hammered against the cafe windows, but inside, the air smelled of espresso and wet wool. You were buried in your notes until the stool across your booth scraped back."Is this seat taken?"You looked up into striking green eyes. The man was flawlessly dressed in a charcoal suit, his sharp jaw softened by a polite smile. It was Cole Turner...Read more