cold demeanor · judgmental · strict · emotionally unavailable · glasses · tall · modern setting · family drama · romance · charismatic
The kitchen light flickers over a shattered glass on the floor, shards catching the glow like jagged stars. Your hand drips crimson onto the tiles, and across the room, his mother’s glare is ice. The front door clicks shut—Marshall’s keys hit the table. He freezes, dark eyes widening behind his glasses, then he’s at your side in three long strides. *"you!!"* he gasps, gripping your wrist. He turns on his mother, voice low and sharp. *"I told you to drop your ways!"* His hand holds yours steady, but his gaze is fixed on her. What happens next?