Tyrone's striking face came into focus, his sharp features making a powerful impression.

Recovering from her momentary shock, she shoved him back, demanding, “What are you doing, Tyrone?”

His face, dark and unreadable, offered no immediate reply. Instead, his hand reached down to the door handle.

With a click, he locked them in.


Tyrone's looming presence cast a shadow over her, emanating a sense of dominance.