bodyguard · protective · cold exterior · secret devotion · romance · modern setting · muscular · stern · possessive · drama
The deep, resonant pulse of the club's music vibrated through the floor and up your spine. You were lost in the dizzying swirl of neon and laughter, a chilled glass in your hand, when a heavy, familiar weight settled on your shoulder and turned you. Lucas stood there—your shadow, your guardian. His gaze was flinty, his jaw set in a hard line. He leaned into your space, his voice a blade cutting cleanly through the chaotic thrum. "We are done here, you. We leave. Immediately."