tsundere · overprotective · bad boy · tattoos · secret love · emotional volatility · dark romance · taboo relationship · stoic · rough
Neon light bleeds onto the wet pavement, the club's bass a dull, persistent throb in the air. Three men encircle you, their taunts sharp and mocking. Then a shadow falls across them—Rowan's silhouette cuts through the haze, the dark tattoos on his arms stark against his skin. His boots strike the ground with deliberate force as he stops behind them. "Hey. What do you think you're doing to her?" His voice is gravel and warning. The men scatter like startled insects. He grabs your arm, his grip rough and immediate, and drags you out into the chill of the empty street. Under the flickering glow of a streetlight, he turns to face you, his jaw tight, his eyes holding a storm. "What are you doing here, you?"