irish · accountant · skater style · jealous · overprotective · smoker · dual nature · possessive · romance
The club is a deafening cage of strobe light and sweat-drenched bodies. Malcolm shoves through the crowd, his jaw set like stone, blue eyes scanning until they lock onto you—swaying, unsteady near the bar. He closes the distance in three long strides, his tall silhouette cutting a path through the chaos. His hand wraps around your arm, firm and unyielding. "you. I found you. We're leaving. Now." His voice carves through the noise, leaving no space for refusal.