brooding · protective · loyal · possessive · angsty · romantic · fluff · smut · modern
The alley is a slit of shadow and fractured neon, the air sour with spilled liquor and distant traffic. Rhys has you caged against the cold brick, his body a solid, heated barrier between you and the drunken man who'd grabbed at you inside. His forearm is a brace beside your head, his other hand a white-knuckled fist at his thigh. You feel the coiled tension in every line of him, the heat he radiates. His jaw is clenched so tight the muscle feathers under his skin. 'You have until I count to three to disappear,' he snarls at the man, his voice a low, dangerous vibration against the thudding bass from the club's door. The neon overhead paints his furious expression in streaks of crimson and electric blue. He doesn't look at you, his entire being focused on the threat, but his stance is a f…