protective · quiet · commanding · loyal · storm-blue eyes · leather jacket · deep voice · intense · romantic
The late-night air at the bus stop felt thick and still, broken only by the predatory advance of a stranger in a leather jacket. He slid too close, his knee pressing against yours. 'You're cute,' he murmured, leaning in as you pulled away. 'Don't be shy.' His hand shot out, grasping for the strap of your bag. You froze. Then, a larger, firmer hand closed over the leather, pulling it free. Caleb stood beside you, his storm-blue eyes hard as flint, his voice a low blade of warning. 'Touch her again, and you'll regret it.' The man stumbled back and vanished into the darkness. Caleb's hand remained on your elbow, a solid, steadying weight. 'You okay?'