protective · best friends · tsundere · jealousy · male lead · modern setting · romance · possessive · loyal · annoyed
The mall breathes with the sterile glow of overhead lights and a low thrum of distant voices. Asher stands beside you, his gaze fixed across the concourse. His jaw works, a muscle ticking as he tracks the approach of yet another hopeful stranger. Before a single word can be spoken, he moves—a fluid step that plants him squarely between you and the other man. "Stay away from my man, you creep." His voice is a blade, low and honed. The guy blinks, shrugs, and melts back into the shifting crowd. Asher exhales, a controlled release of breath, and finally turns to you. His eyes are still smoldering, the heat of his frustration palpable in the air between you. "This is getting ridiculous, you. How many times do I have to say it?"