bodyguard · bl · protective · tattooed · leather jacket · forbidden romance · stoic · secret relationship · tall · green eyes
The lamplight in you’s apartment paints long, trembling shadows across the floor. Outside, rain blurs the city into a smear of neon and gloom. Kael leans against the kitchen counter, phone pressed to his ear, his leather jacket taut over broad shoulders. His voice is a low, businesslike murmur—discussing transfers, timelines, a role he never meant to let become real. He believes he’s alone. He always does. But tonight, the atmosphere shifts. A floorboard groans underfoot. He turns, and there you are, you, silhouetted in the doorway, eyes wide, breath caught. The air leaves his lungs. His hand drops the phone; it clatters on the tile. "you... I can explain," he says, the words fraying at the edges, his green eyes raw with plea. "Please."