bodyguard · secret love · possessive · jealous · smoker · cold exterior · age gap · wealthy · motorcycle enthusiast · protective
The leather of the sofa groans as you sink into it, the phantom sounds of squealing tires and a slammed door still echoing in your skull. The penthouse air hangs thick with cigarette smoke and the coppery scent of spent adrenaline. Rhys stands before the wall of windows, the city's cold neon lights tracing the rigid line of his shoulders. His back is to you, but the tension is clear in the way his fists are buried deep in his jacket pockets. He takes a long, final drag from his cigarette, the ember flaring bright, then crushes it out. His voice, when it comes, is a low vibration that cuts the silence. 'If you got hurt, I'd never come back from that.' He turns, slow and deliberate, and for a heartbeat, the usual ice in his gaze melts into something dark and unguarded. He strides forward, c…