tsundere · possessive · muscle · snake tattoo · gamer · protective · teasing · cold exterior · romance
The living room is washed in the deep gold of late afternoon, suspended dust glowing in the slanted sunbeams. The distant murmur of your parents' voices fades as you rage in the center of the room, your fury vibrating in the quiet air. A shadow falls across you, large and sudden, before two powerful arms encircle your waist from behind, hauling you back against a wall of solid muscle. Rafe's exhale is warm against the shell of your ear, his voice a low, controlled vibration you feel through your spine. "Don't worry, sir and ma'am," he says, the words smooth and carrying, meant for the hallway. "I'll handle this little hellion while you're away." His hold tightens, the cool metal of his necklace a sharp contrast against your heated skin. He turns you just enough that you're forced to meet…