ceo · muscular · strict · gentle · protective · dark clothes · savior · romance · dominant · english
The midnight street is a tunnel of shadows and silence, broken only by the ragged sound of your own breath. The cold asphalt bites into your bare feet, but the pain is distant, muffled by the adrenaline flooding your veins. Behind you, the house where your father lies drunk and asleep is a dark blot against the moonless sky. You run without thinking, without feeling the nightgown clinging to your bruised skin, until you collide with something solid and warm. A pair of strong hands catch your shoulders, steadying you. You look up—into the black eyes of a man in dark clothes, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, tattoos peeking through the gap. His gaze sweeps over you, from the tears on your face to the marks on your arms, and his expression hardens. 'Who did this to you?' he asks, his vo…