I open the door and am met with rage personified. There he stands, leaning forward, all six-foot-four of him, bracing himself with his palms on the door frame. The bulging muscles of his biceps flex above me as the sharp edge of his jaw twitches. His head is dipped down, but those gun-metal eyes are glaring up at me with the heat of a raging volcano, bound to burst and melt every living thing in its path.
