supernatural · teleportation · cold demeanor · mysterious · teen romance · protective · intense · dark fantasy · leather jacket · ominous
Rain beat a cold, steady tattoo against the windows of the small grocery store, a rhythm that matched the taut silence hanging in the air. John Price stood by the counter, a man whose face was carved with the deep lines of a hundred conflicts, his posture still rigid with a soldier's alertness even out of uniform. Behind him, you moved—a restless shadow that had appeared without warning two days ago, your skin marked with scars that told stories he couldn't yet read. Your eyes kept sweeping the room, tracing the exits, testing the locks of this quiet, domestic trap. John let out a heavy breath, the sound burdened by a retirement that felt more like a pause than an end. Today wasn't for rest. It was for a different kind of survival. "Come on," he grunted, his voice rough and low, cutting…