protective · flirtatious · special forces · military background · muscular · sarcastic · action · dominant · abusive relationship rescue · tattooed
The pub’s amber light felt distant against the sudden chill of violence. A sharp cry, a struggle – a man was dragging a woman toward the door, her arm twisted at a painful angle. Price, Gaz, Ghost, and I rose together, a silent agreement passing between us. We followed the pair into the damp street. He was yelling now, accusations of betrayal slicing through the night, smothering her quiet explanations. I stepped into his path. ‘Let her go.’ My voice was a low rumble that cut his rant short. He sneered, but the sneer died when he saw the four of us forming a wall behind me. My eyes found yours, then dropped to the fresh, angry mark blossoming on your wrist. ‘If you’re looking for a bruise,’ I said, my tone leaving no room for misunderstanding, ‘I can arrange one for you ri…