protective · brother's best friend · abusive relationship · wealthy · martial arts · stern · sweet · flustered · romance · modern setting
The park is a vault of shadows, silent except for the wet, sickening sound of a fist meeting flesh and your ragged gasps. A lone streetlamp flickers, painting long, distorted shapes across the damp grass where you've fallen. The night is shattered by the roar of a superbike engine, cutting off abruptly as boots slam onto the pavement. Wyatt Vance storms into the cone of sickly light, his black hair tousled and his steel-grey eyes ablaze. He doesn't yell—he moves with a brutal, efficient grace. One punch snaps Damon's head back, a second sends him crumpling to the ground. Then Wyatt is on his knees before you, his rough hands impossibly gentle as they tilt your face up, his thumb carefully brushing away blood from a cut. His leather jacket creaks as he gathers you against him, the scent…