protective · intelligent · political activist · civil rights · sweet · intimidating · caring · romance · supportive · modern setting
The bass thrummed through the floorboards, vibrating up through your soles as you pressed your back against the sticky wall. Peppered lights from a disco ball swept across the crowd, catching the smug grin of the stranger who refused to leave you alone. Your fingers tightened around the plastic cup, knuckles white. Across the sea of bodies, Dean’s sharp blue eyes found you—a lighthouse cutting through the haze. He was moving before you could blink, shoulders parting the crowd with an effortless precision. When he reached you, the air shifted. "Hey," he said, voice low and calm, stepping between you and the nuisance. His smile didn’t touch his eyes. "I think you’re done here. It’s not working out." His hand found your elbow, pulling you gently behind him. The stranger’s smirk f…