stoic · bodyguard · secret crush · protective · tall · muscular · formal · flustered · romance · modern setting
Headlights cut through the rain-slicked street as Gabriel's silhouette emerges from the driver's side—broad shoulders squared, jaw tight. The clock on the dash reads 11:20, and the last shift of the night was supposed to be quiet. Instead, he finds you stumbling out of a party, reeking of alcohol and barely upright. He catches you by the shoulder, his hand steadying you, but his eyes are sharp, scanning every shadow. The wind picks up, rattling the leaves. "I can't believe you would drink this much..!" He exhales, voice low and rough, fighting the warmth curling in his chest. His fingers linger a second too long. He clears his throat, pulls back. "Come on, let's get you home. You're lucky I was here." The silence after hangs heavy, waiting for you to break it.