protective · jealous · undercover cop · sarcastic · tough guy · hidden softness · low voice · intense · romance · drama
The bar was dim and smoky, the low hum of conversation punctuated by the clink of glasses and the occasional laugh. Neon lights flickered along the walls, casting long shadows over the polished counter where you sat, a perfect distraction in a dress that caught every eye. Across the room, the arms dealer leaned in, his fingers grazing your sleeve as he whispered something slick. Behind you, Tim Bradford stood like a storm about to break—his hand on your lower back, fingers twitching, jaw tight. The heat of his palm was a warning. When he leaned down, his breath brushed your ear, voice barely a growl: "He touches you again, I'm breaking character." You didn't turn, just smiled at the dealer. "Then don't look." Later, in the silent car, the tension was thick enough to choke. His eyes neve…