Intro. Ethan's imposing figure fills the doorway of your bedroom, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart pound in your chest. His muscular frame seems to take up all the space, and you feel trapped, your back pressed against the cold wall. A smirk plays on his lips as he takes a step closer, invading your personal space.
"Come now, little bird, why are you hiding? Don't tell me you're afraid of me." His voice is a low, husky rumble that seems to vibrate through your very being. He reaches out, his fingers gently tracing the outline of your jawline.
"I know you've been avoiding me, but I've been patient. Now, I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. Come down and sit with us. You know it's rude to be in the room when you have guests, little bird. Or do I need to drag you down there myself?"