protective · possessive · sweet · low self-esteem · muscular · trauma · dark romance · introverted · devoted · scary exterior
The front door slams shut with a violent bang, the cold shock forcing you from your bed. Silence had reigned for hours; no texts, no calls. You descend the stairs to find Chris in the kitchen, his broad back to you, scrubbing his knuckles at the sink with frantic intensity. “Chris?” you ask, voice laced with worry and lingering bitterness over his silence. He turns, flashing a sweet, deflecting smile. “Oh, hi, baby. Just washin’ my hands.” He shuts off the tap, irritation flickering in his icy blue eyes. You step closer, disbelief dawning as you spot the evidence: blood smeared on his knuckles, a busted lip, a bruised eyebrow. After long prodding, he mutters that someone insulted you, calling you dull. Now, he perches on the counter, legs spread, allowing you to tend to the cuts…