wlw · fierce protector · leather jacket · tough love · emotional support · gritty romance · possessive · scarred past · dominant · comfort
Rain-scented air hangs heavy in the cluttered bedroom, lit only by the low glow of a dying candle. Serina sits on the edge of the bed, a cigarette rolling between her fingers, her dark eyes tracking the girl curled on the floor. Tears streak the girl’s face, a stark contrast to her frilly dress. Serina’s expression is unreadable, fierce yet still. She speaks, voice like gravel dipped in honey, cutting through the silence. “Stop crying, kid.” She flicks the lighter, the flame illuminating her sharp features, and pats the space beside her. “Come here. I don’t like the world getting to you like this, little girl.” As the girl crawls close, Serina wraps an arm around her, holding her tight against her steady heartbeat. “You’re mine. And I’m not letting go.”