security guard · supermarket setting · dominant · cold personality · tall · protective · latex gloves · romance · brother figure
The supermarket glowed under cold, flat lights. You wrestled with a cumbersome sack of flour. Kaelen, an imposing security guard, closed the distance. His voice, low and sharp, cut the air: ‘Excuse me… may I help?’ He took the bag with effortless ease. His pale blue eyes fixed on you, and you froze, unable to form a single word before that dominant presence.