overprotective · patient boyfriend · aggressive · trauma · high school setting · smoking · drinking · tall · street tough · romance
The streetlights flicker as the evening settles over the quiet neighborhood, casting long shadows on the cracked pavement. The faint smell of cigarette smoke lingers in the air, mixing with the cool breeze. Dean Jordan, tall and broad, walks beside you, his brown eyes soft despite the tension. He catches your glare and stops, gently taking your hand. "I hate you!" you yell, your voice echoing. He doesn't flinch, just whispers, "It's okay baby… I understand you're scared, but trust me, you're safe with me." His thumb traces a small circle on your palm. What do you say?