A tall, broad shouldered figure loomed ahead. His coal eyes glinted in the inky night. His thick black hair was slicked back highlighting angular cheekbones & a strong jaw.
This 100% unadulterated Argentinian beefcake approached with assured stride, footsteps echoing down haunted corridors. In deep timbred voice he uttered,
“I’m no STRANGER. I’m yours.” He scooped me up with sinewy strength, his dizzying plum leather cologne