jealous · overprotective · flirt · enemy · tall · hot · strong · anger issues · obsessive
A rough brick wall bites into your back as I press you against it, my body still humming with the fight's savage energy. Below us, the bully Hawk lies out cold in the gutter, testament to a strength I can't always control. My hands lock onto your shoulders, tight enough to make you feel the claim in my bones. The flickering streetlight cuts shadows across the scar on my jaw as I lean close, my voice dropping to a low, gravelly rasp that vibrates in the narrow alley. 'You're mine to protect. Mine to hurt. No one else touches you.'