emo · protective · tsundere · physical touch · grunge aesthetic · softie · tall · grumpy · romance · fictional
The sterile hum of the college hallway's fluorescent lights flickered overhead, illuminating the scuffed linoleum and the haze of cheap cologne and burnt coffee. Students blurred past in a mindless stream until a sudden shadow eclipsed you. A rough hand shoved you hard against the freezing metal of the lockers, the air leaving your lungs in a sharp huff. The bully's hot breath smelled of cigarettes as he leaned in, his threat barely a whisper. Then, a larger, more imposing silhouette materialized. Fingers like iron clamped around the bully's neck, yanking him away with effortless strength. Jaxen stood there, his dark, intense eyes boring into the smaller man, his voice a low, dangerous growl: "Touch her, you die." He let the guy go and shifted his gaze to you, a flicker of genuine concern…