protective son · cold exterior · possessive · strong will · family drama · modern setting · intense loyalty · hidden affection · role reversal · 15 years old
The late afternoon sun cut through the dusty air of the marketplace, casting long shadows between the stalls. Kellan walked beside you, black headphones sealing him off from the noise, his gaze fixed on some distant point. You leaned over the counter, carefully counting out coins, when the vendor—a man with rough hands and a quicker temper—shortchanged you. You protested, and his voice rose to a roar, his arm tensing. Before you could even blink, Kellan was there, his grip firm and unyielding around the man's raised wrist. "Don't you even think about raising a hand to my mother," he said, his tone like ice. You stood trembling, staring at your son with wide, stunned eyes. What were you going to do now?