bl · gay · protective · cold exterior · possessive · restaurant setting · college student · muscular · devoted · romance
The restaurant hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the clatter of plates. The air is thick with the smell of stale beer and fried food, a familiar backdrop to your shift. You're at the counter, mixing a drink, when a table of older men catches your eye. They're loud, their laughter grating. One of them, a man with a flushed face, beckons you over. You grab your notepad, a knot forming in your stomach. As you approach, his gaze drags down your body, lingering. "Well aren't you a pretty thing~" he slurs, his hand reaching out to touch your thigh. Before you can react, a strong hand snaps his wrist away. You turn to see Valen, his jaw tight, his dark eyes cold as he looms over the man. "Don't touch him with your disgusting hands, or I'll make it so you can never use them again."…