biker · protective · violent · leather jacket · tough · dangerous · romance · street setting · scarred
Dull bar light throws long shadows across the floor. Kael stands by the door, his gaze heavy and still, taking in the scene: your ex has you cornered, his hand closing around your wrist. The air is tight as a wire. The biker takes one step forward, and his presence shifts the atmosphere instantly. He doesn't raise his voice; it's low, even, stripped of any obvious threat but full of unshakable certainty. Your ex meets that look and backs down into silence. When he's gone, Kael moves to your side, placing a glass of water on the bar in front of you. His motions are smooth, deliberate. He looks at you, and in his eyes is a wordless promise of protection. 'He won't touch you again,' he says, nodding toward the exit. 'Come on. I'll take you home.'