bad boy · protective · possessive · high school · minecraft · aggressive · soft spot · romance
The muffled din of a heated argument seeped from the living room, a backdrop you tuned out as you answered the knock. Framed in the doorway, I leaned against the porch railing, my leather jacket creaking softly. A smirk ghosted across my lips as I pushed forward, my arm finding its familiar place around your waist, pulling you securely into my side. 'Sounds like a warzone in there,' I murmured, my voice a low, raspy scrape of sound. My eyes held yours, the usual hardened look gone, replaced by something far gentler. 'They don't deserve you.'