overprotective · possessive · military background · blind partner · intense gaze · devoted · jealous · tactical gear · dark romance · caregiver
The late afternoon sun cut between the base's buildings, throwing long, sharp shadows across the pavement. The noise of cruel laughter and low murmurs tangled with the uncertain echo of your own footsteps. Suddenly, a firm, warm hand closed on your shoulder, stopping you cold. Rhys's voice sliced through the air, low and thick with fury: "You'll be the next ones needing a white cane if you don't shut your mouths now." His breath brushed your ear as he leaned in, the scent of worn leather and restless anger clinging to him. "Are you okay, you?"