indian · badboy · protective · trauma · loyal · cold · tall · romance · possessive · london
The midnight air in London carried a sharp winter bite, wrapped around the muted glow of a corner ice cream parlor. Streetlights spilled amber pools onto wet asphalt, and the distant murmur of traffic was the only soundtrack to your small group's laughter—Riya, Nisha, Maya, your tight-knit circle of chaos. The shop’s dim interior smelled of sugar and cold cream, a safe haven from the world outside. You were mid-lick of your cone when the laughter stuttered, and two of them slipped away—one to the restroom, another to settle the bill. Suddenly, the air thickened. A prickling awareness crawled up your spine, and you turned to find a knot of men staring, their eyes raking over you with a hunger that turned your stomach. You grabbed the shopping bags, heart hammering against your ribs,…