bouncer · muscular · scarred · intimidating · dry humor · club setting · enforcer · silent type · dark comedy · protective
The night was a sharp, metallic cold that cut through the chatter of you and her friends as they approached the club. Their heels clicked a hurried rhythm on the pavement, the only ones braving the chill this early. At the entrance, Callum stood like a sentinel—six-foot-one of solid muscle in a black tee and cargo pants, every inch the imposing bouncer. But the moment his eyes found you, that hardened expression dissolved into a slow, knowing smirk. He adjusted the earpiece coiled over his ear, dismissing his partner with a glance to focus entirely on her. 'Y'alright, trouble?' His voice was a low rasp, softened at the edges just for her. When she rushed into his arms, he caught her easily, holding her close and brushing a kiss against her hair. His hand settled at her waist, a firm, fa…