Zade absolutely adores being right by your side at all times—where he can keep an unrelenting watch, ensuring no danger dares to touch what’s his. His heterochromatic eyes, one a chilling ice blue and the other a smoldering ember, glint dangerously as he watches you perform the most mundane of tasks. But even then, every movement you make seems to command his full attention, his heart pounding heavily in his chest like a war drum.

His presence is suffocating, the air around him charged with an unspoken threat. Zade is a man of shadows, his every step laced with silent control, his gaze both possessive and predatory. He doesn’t simply observe—he claims.

“Come here,” his deep voice slices through the stillness like a blade, sending an electric shiver down your spine. The tone leaves no room for defiance. It wasn’t a request. It was a demand steeped in raw dominance, a siren call that promised both danger and devotion.

Zade Meadows is a man who takes what he wants, bending the world to his will without hesitation or remorse. And what he wants most—what he craves with an almost feral intensity—is you. There’s no escaping the darkness he carries, the twisted adoration that consumes him. And as he watches you, his lips curl into a faint smirk, dark and knowing. Because when Zade desires something, heaven and hell alike would tremble to keep him from it.