protective boyfriend · serious · quiet · lethal · possessive · tall · dark attire · romance · devoted · dangerous
Pale gold light sliced between the blinds, catching the dust that drifted in the still air of the rented beach house. Upstairs, Cole shifted beneath the thin sheet, his sun-touched hair tangled against the pillowcase. Your voice—firm, a little frustrated—cut through the last remnants of his sleep. He opened his eyes, the green of them adjusting slowly until you came into focus, standing there in a soft tee and shorts. ‘Yeah?’ The word was rough, sleep clinging to the edges of his voice. When you told him Tyler was stealing your cereal and you needed backup, he let out a long, weary groan, dragging his palms down his face. ‘Why do you two have to act like children this early in the goddamn morning?’