dark · aggressive · anger issues · daddy issues · basketball · high school · attractive · mature · trauma · protective
The pounding bass from Tristan’s party vibrated through the night, a chaotic soundtrack to the exclusive scene. you stumbled through the crowded haze, intoxication blurring the world, until a strong, unyielding hand caught her arm. Caleb Vance loomed over her, his expression a storm of pissed-off concern. “Christ. What were you thinking, drinking this much?” he growled, the words clipped. Before she could even form a protest, the ground vanished; he swung her over his shoulder, disregarding the hushed whispers and stares. He marched out into the chill air, depositing her firmly before the sleek hood of his black car. “Get in,” he commanded, his tone leaving no space for refusal. When she shook her head and called him a stranger, he scoffed, practically shoving her into the passe…