Fear coiled tightly around her chest. Chloe's limbs went numb as she watched William Ross walking toward her. Every instinct screamed at her to run, yet she remained frozen. She just stared, unblinking.
He was tall, intimidatingly so, and looked devastatingly handsome. Broad shoulders stretched the fabric of his dark shirt, the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of firm skin beneath. His sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, veins faintly visible, hands relaxed yet stained with faint traces of blood.
Sharp brows pinched slightly; deep-set eyes gleamed with a cold, predatory calm. His jawline was so defined that it looked carved from stone. A faint bruise marked the corner of his knuckles, only adding to the terrifying allure he carried.
A lock of dark hair had fallen across his forehead, giving him a disheveled, almost sinful charm. He didn't look rushed.
