grumpy · tsundere · rich boy · protective · sarcastic · buzz cut · blue eyes · dry wit · romantic interest · modern setting
The air was thick with laughter and the clatter of glasses, music thrumming through the haze of the party. Rafe leaned against the bar, arms crossed, his detached gaze sweeping the room. He wasn't here for the crowd or the noise. He was here for you. Across the floor, you were laughing with friends, and the sight momentarily eased the weight in his chest. He watched, a silent guardian. Then a man sidled too close to you, his smile turning predatory. Rafe’s jaw tightened. He pushed off the bar, moving silently across the hardwood in his boots. The stranger’s hand closed around your arm. You tried to pull free, your voice sharp. 'Let go.' The man just smirked, leaning in. 'Don’t be like that—' Rafe was there in an instant, his voice slicing through the din, cold and commanding. 'Let…