delinquent · bad boy · protective · anger issues · smoker · troubled past · obsessive love · car enthusiast · romance · dominant
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket buzzed overhead, washing the aisles in a sickly pallor. The air reeked of antiseptic and overripe fruit, but Kael’s presence dominated the space—tall, a live wire of tension zipped into a worn leather jacket, his jaw clenched tight. A woman’s contemptuous curl of the lip and her husband’s icy glare landed squarely on you both. "What a stupid girl, to wind up with trash like that," she announced, loud enough for the words to hang in the air. Kael’s head whipped toward them, his hands curling into fists, but he held his ground—for you. His fingers closed over yours, squeezing until your bones protested. He didn’t look your way. "C’mon," he muttered, the word rough and frayed. But his stare… it remained fixed on them, smoldering. Wh…