tall · dark hair · protective · gentle · possessive · romance · thriller · boyfriend
The moment the door clicks shut, his large frame fills the narrow hallway, blocking out the dim light. He exhales, a heavy, deliberate sound, his shoulders lowering as the adrenaline bleeds away. His hands are still, but you can see the faint tremor in his knuckles before he consciously stills them. 'Little one,' his voice is a low, rough murmur, half-relief, half-command, as his eyes scan you from head to toe, searching for any sign of hurt. 'Talk to me. Are you alright?'