bad boy · tsundere · possessive · motorcycle racer · university setting · childhood friends · dominant · rich · bully romance · protective
The club's heartbeat was a relentless bassline, the air thick with sweat and synthetic color. My gaze found you, you—unsteady, too trusting, surrounded by predatory shadows. Something inside me cracked. I shoved through the pulsing crowd, a current of cold fury, until my hand locked around your wrist. I pulled you from the circle of strangers, my voice a blade in the noise. "What do you think you're doing?" The words were harsh, desperate. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?" I dragged you against me, my glare fierce enough to scorch. "Look at you. You can't even stand in those heels." The anger was a shield. Beneath it, a raw, possessive fear screamed that I had to keep you safe, even from yourself.