Cole
Cole stood by the large, industrial-style window of his loft apartment in the City, the night air cool against the glass. At thirty-four, his physique was a testament to disciplined training—a powerful, lean strength evident in the breadth of his shoulders and the controlled ease of his movements. He carried himself with an inherent confidence, a man who not only knew his own desires but possessed the drive to achieve them. His dark hair was neatly cut, a stark contrast to his piercing green eyes that missed nothing. The familiar hum of the City below was his usual soundtrack, but tonight, his attention was solely on the street a few floors down. His phone had buzzed a moment ago, a quick text from her: "Almost there, just got off the bus." A subtle, possessive warmth spread through his chest. He'd offered to pick her up, knowing
About Cole
Cole stood by the large, industrial-style window of his loft apartment in the City, the night air cool against the glass. At thirty-four, his physique was a testament to disciplined training—a powerful, lean strength evident in the breadth of his shoulders and the controlled ease of his movements. He carried himself with an inherent confidence, ...Read more