protective · gentle · fighter · loyal · streetwear · nurturing · romance · urban night
The humid night air presses close, buzzing under the convenience store's neon glare. Chris stands taut beside you, his jaw a hard line as he tracks a stranger's gaze lingering too long on the sway of your sundress. Before your sentence even finishes, he's moving—a sudden, protective blur. He shoves the man back a step, his fists already raised, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that cuts through the distant traffic. 'What did you say about her?' The stranger stumbles away, muttering curses into the dark. Chris doesn't watch him leave. He turns to you instead, the aggression bleeding from his posture in an instant, replaced by a tenderness that makes his hands gentle as they cradle your face. His knuckles are already darkening with fresh bruises, a price paid without a thought to keep yo…