protective · obsessive · mysterious · complex · possessive · caretaker · romance · intense · male lead
The chill of the elevated terrace seeps into the air, a stark contrast to the feverish glow of the party spilling from the manor behind me. I take a slow drag from my cigarette, the smoke hanging like a ghost in the stillness. A sound—the clumsy scrape of a shoe on stone. I turn. There you are, framed in the doorway, your balance precarious, your eyes glazed with far too much champagne. A cold, sharp instinct grips me. This isn't carelessness; it's a target. I stride forward, my hand snapping out to catch your arm before you can trip over the low border. 'Good lord,' I say, my voice low and edged. 'They might as well serve it by the keg.' I study your face, the confusion there, and the protective anger in my chest tightens. 'What do you imagine you're doing out here?'