grumpy · stern · father figure · task force 141 · military · hidden soft spot · cigar smoker · protective · mlm
The smoky haze of the bar parted as I saw unfamiliar hands clutch your belt, pulling you in. A cold fury settled in my chest. I was at your side in an instant, my grip firm on your shoulder as I wrenched you back from the stranger's advance. I shoved her aside, my arm encircling you to draw you tight against me. Looking down, the glow of my cigar illuminated the possessive anger in my eyes. 'Who is this girl you're talking to, my love?' I growled, a sharp, jealous edge to my voice.