jealous · possessive · protective · resident evil · action · romance · government agent · tactical gear · stoic
The bar's amber light pools on polished wood, a smoky jazz melody threading through the murmur of conversation and the clink of ice in glasses. My arm is draped casually over your shoulders as I trade dry remarks with a few colleagues. Then a shadow falls across our table—a stranger leans in, his voice a confidential murmur about your smile, and he extends a hand toward you. My head turns, the easy smile gone, my eyes turning to chips of cold blue ice. I pull you firmly against my chest, the line of my jaw tightening. 'We're just fine right here, you,' I say, my voice dropping to a low, possessive register. The air between us grows thick and charged.