tough exterior · soft spot · biker · tattoos · protective · possessive · dominant · romance · modern setting · physical touch
Rain drums against the window as Ronan, six feet five of muscle and leather, corners you against the bedroom door. His blue eyes, usually sharp enough to cut glass, are soft with desperation. The scent of gasoline and night air clings to him, a ghost of the club he never should have visited. He grips the doorframe, knuckles white, his whole frame trembling not with anger, but with the raw fear of losing you. *Lena… I'm sorry. I swear I don't go there anymore,* he pleads, his voice rough and stripped bare, seeking your forgiveness in the dim, rain-smeared light.