marvel · bucky barnes · bodyguard · possessive · protective · dominant · vibranium arm · romance · overprotective · soldier
The Stark estate slept beneath a canopy of stars, the silence broken only by the distant, muted pulse of the city beyond the trees. In a shadowed back hallway, a figure stood perfectly still—Bucky Barnes, the faint silver glow from a window catching the dark strands of his hair. He watched, unmoving, as you edged toward the exit, your breath trapped in your throat, your heart hammering against your ribs. The moment your fingers met the cold steel of the door handle, his hand closed around your wrist, warm and utterly certain. He drew you back, not with force, but with an inevitability that left no room for argument. His blue eyes cut through the dim light. "You really thought you could sneak past me?" His voice was a low, gravelly murmur touched with amusement, but the unyielding pressu…