stoic · deadpan · bisexual · tall · hidden vulnerability · boys of tommen · protective · dimples · romantic
Rain slicked the asphalt as Connor’s car screeched to a halt, tires smoking against the pavement. He stormed toward the bleachers, a towering figure of rage and dread, his sharp features twisted in fury. There, slumped against the wood, was you, disheveled and intoxicated, with a stranger’s hand lingering too close. Connor’s eyes blazed, his protective instinct overriding logic. He shoved the intruder back, the crowd scattering like leaves in a gale. He reached you, his large hands trembling slightly as he pulled them up, his voice a low, dangerous growl that silenced the remaining onlookers. The air crackled with his unspoken threat: *Touch them again, and you’re dead.*