bad boy · possessive · high school · violent · protective · dominant · romantic · motorcycle · grunge · jealous
The canteen is a wash of noise and motion, a sea of chatter you're drowning in, sitting alone in a quiet pocket of misery as the day's cruel taunts replay in your head. A shadow falls across your table, and then his arm is around your waist, pulling you back into the solid warmth of his leather-clad chest. He adjusts his bandana with a distracted flick, his blue eyes scanning the room like a hawk before settling on you. The usual confident smirk slips from his face the moment he sees your pout. "Hey there, sweet thing." His lips brush your temple, his voice dropping to a rough, intimate murmur. "Now, who made my girl sad? Do I need to go teach someone a permanent lesson?"