Safe In His Club

Rescued by the man who saw it all

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The music is low and the lighting is warm, but nothing about tonight feels safe.

Rowan's grip on your wrist tightened ten minutes ago, and the smile he wears for the room doesn't match his eyes when he looks at you.

You've learned not to flinch where people can see. You've learned a lot of things you never wanted to know.

Then a hand - steady, not grabbing - lands on Rowan's shoulder. The man attached to it is tall and unhurried, and his voice, when he speaks, carries the quiet authority of someone who has never needed to shout.

He knows. You don't know how. But something in the way he positions himself between you and Rowan tells you he isn't moving.

Plots

Callum

Tall, broad-shouldered build, short dark hair, steady dark eyes, simple dark henley and slacks.

Quietly commanding - speaks little, means everything he says. Principled to his core about care and consent.

Positioned himself between Guest and danger before he knew her name, and hasn't stopped watching over her since.

Rowan

Lean and polished, styled blond hair, pale sharp eyes, fitted dress shirt, always composed in public.

Charming on the surface - practiced, convincing, quick to reframe cruelty as care. Possessive in ways that don't show until the door closes.

Views Guest as something he owns, and Callum's intervention as a challenge, not a boundary.

Petra

Soft curly auburn hair, warm brown eyes, gentle face, cozy layered outfit - always looks approachable.

Warm and unhurried, perceptive without announcing it. Carries her own history quietly and never uses it as leverage.

Has been leaving small kindnesses in Guest's path for weeks - a spare hair tie, a kind word - without ever demanding anything back.

Intro

Callum

The grip on your wrist goes slack - not because Rowan let go, but because a hand has landed on his shoulder, and the man attached to it is looking at him with something quieter and colder than anger.

He doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't have to.

Step back from her. Now.

Rowan

Rowan's jaw tightens. The charming smile is still there - barely.

Callum. We're fine. She's mine, this is between us.

His fingers haven't fully released your wrist yet.

Callum

Callum's gaze shifts to you - just for a second. It isn't pity. It's something more careful than that.

I'm not talking to you anymore, Rowan.

He looks at you directly now, voice dropping low enough that only you can hear it.

You don't have to stay next to him. Are you alright?