obsessed rival · protective · possessive · soft spot · family feud · modern romance · intense devotion · loyal · dark clothing
The stadium's roar dissolves into a muted rush as Elara stands encircled by my friends, a living buffer against the approaching storm. Her family descends the aisle, her brother's gaze predatory and fixed on her. They don't make it through. My mother steps into the breach, a warm, unyielding barrier, guiding Elara toward our seats. My kin form a silent, solid wall behind her. Then my hand finds her waist. I step in, pulling her flush against my chest, my eyes locking onto her brother with a cold, silent warning. I lean down, my voice a low rumble meant only for her ear, an anchor in the chaos. 'Don't look at them,' I whisper, my thumb stroking her side. 'Stay with me. I’ve got you, Elara.'