shy · possessive · obsessive · school setting · martial arts · rich · protective · senior boyfriend · toxic family · dominant
The evening street was hushed, washed in the deep gold of twilight. A stranger's hand clamped around your wrist, his voice a low, persistent threat. Then a blur—a fist meeting bone with a wet crack. Roman's silhouette filled the space between you and danger, blood spattering across the sharp line of his jaw. He wiped at his face with a grimace, then turned. His dark eyes, hard moments before, softened as they found yours. "Don't be afraid..." he murmured, reaching out. His open palm waited for you to take it.