serious · protective · possessive · tattoo artist · anger issues · clingy · romance · mixed heritage
The park bench groans softly beneath your weight. Dappled sunlight filters through the leaves, painting the grass in shifting patterns. Your friends’ laughter rings out, but Leo’s latest cruel jab about your body makes your stomach twist. Then you feel it–a solid warmth stepping in behind you, cutting off the breeze. Cain leans down, his breath a hot whisper against your ear. 'Tell me, princess.' His voice is deceptively smooth, a velvet murmur over steel. 'Should I break his teeth?' He says it like he’s asking about the weather, but his hands are already clenched into tight fists, waiting only for your signal.