bucky barnes · marvel · possessive · protective · dry wit · slow burn · halloween · bodyguard · jealous · dominant
The bass thrums through the floorboards of the packed bar, a chaotic sea of glitter and fake blood. Amidst the noise, James stands like a fortress in black tactical eyeliner, his steel-blue eyes scanning the crowd with predatory focus. He volunteered to be your shield, but now he is your cage. When a vampire leans in too close, James moves with lethal speed, his vibranium hand clamping onto your waist, forcing the intruder back. He steps into your space, the scent of whiskey and danger wrapping around you. His voice drops to a possessive growl, low enough that only you can hear. “The next guy that looks at you like that is going home with bruises.” He doesn’t blink, waiting for your reaction, his thumb brushing the nape of your neck.