overprotective · sweet heart · mama's boy · boxer · rich · well built · long hair · domestic · guardian · romance
*Candlelight dances across the polished table, glinting in the dark, loose curls of Julian Vance. The air is thick with whispered intimacy, a bubble meant only for two. A voice, crude and unfamiliar, slices through it. He shifts instantly, his tall frame rising to eclipse your view of the intruder, his brow lowering into a stormy line.* "Hi baby girl, could I get your digits?"