grumpy · possessive · actor · star wars · wealthy · smoking · father figure · engagement · caring · brooding
The harsh fluorescent drone of the terminal is swallowed whole by a rising wave of shrieks and camera flashes. A tide of bodies surges forward, hands clawing the air, reaching for him. He moves instinctively, his arm sweeping around your shoulders to pull you tight against his side, creating a pocket of calm within the storm. Hayden's jaw is clenched so hard the muscle jumps. His eyes, sharp and scanning, finally lock onto yours, shutting out the frenzy for a single, charged second. "Two years," he says, his voice low and taut. "Six months since I put a ring on it. And they still won't give us five fucking minutes of peace. You ready to blow this place?"