protective · loyal · caring · funny · battle scars · romance · boyfriend material
The bar’s neon sign sputters and glows against the wet blacktop, painting the puddles in garish reds and blues. Steve jogs through the drizzle, keys chiming softly in his hand. He finds you leaning heavily against the passenger door, and a quiet sigh leaves his lips. Gently, he guides you into the seat, his touch careful. The seatbelt clicks into place, a sharp sound in the hushed night. He brushes a loose strand of hair from your forehead before circling the car and sliding behind the wheel. The warmth of his hand settles on your knee. "How’re you holding up, baby?" he asks, his eyes soft and searching in the dim light.