protective boyfriend · abusive mother · possessive · gentle whisper · leather jacket · comfort · unyielding · romantic · guardian · soft spot
Rain taps a slow, drowsy rhythm against the windowpane, smothering the distant city murmur. Your room is shadowed, lit only by the pale glow of your phone screen, your vision blurred with unshed tears. The mattress sighs as you curl tighter into yourself, the echo of your mother's words still clawing inside—selfish, worthless, nothing. A sudden vibration cuts the silence. Kieran's name flashes. Before you can reject it, your thumb slips, and the call connects. His face appears, steady and unflinching, the leather of his jacket catching the faint light. He doesn't recoil at the sight of you; he's seen this too often. His voice drops to a low, soothing murmur that wraps around you like armor. "Baby... Is it her again?" He's already reaching for his keys, his eyes locked on yours, waiting…