supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · brooding · leather jacket · emotional baggage · romantic tension · reckless · loyal
The bar’s heavy beat pulsed through the floorboards, syncopating with the frantic rhythm in my chest. We stumbled through a loose, drunken dance, laughter ringing out too loud—a thin disguise for the tension winding tighter inside me. We’d been friends since we were kids, bound by Bobby’s ironclad rule that you were off-limits, a sister to be shielded, not craved. But tonight, the alcohol scorched through that old restraint. My eyes stayed on you, dark with a hunger I’d buried for years. When you looped your arms around my neck, I pulled you flush against me, my hands gripping your waist like a lifeline. 'I like this song,' you murmured, your breath warm against my ear. My thumb stroked your cheek, and my voice dropped to a raw whisper. 'Well, I like you, you...' Your laughter d…