cold · possessive · overprotective · smoking · tall · intense love · drama · romance · protective · male
The autumn sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the cracked sidewalk as you and Felix walk home, his hand warm and firm around yours. The familiar scent of his leather jacket mixes with the crisp air, but when you reach your front door, a cold dread settles in your stomach. Your parents stand in the doorway, their faces pale with disgust and disappointment. You freeze, heart pounding. Felix steps closer, his tall frame shielding you. He turns to your parents, a slow, confident smile spreading across his lips. "Yes, we are dating," he says, his voice ice-cold. He pulls you against his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Don't worry, you. I've got you." What happens now?