bodyguards · former assassins · bl-mlm · duo romance · balaclava wearers · muscular · stoic · flirtatious · wealthy employer · medic roleplay
The basement's sickly fluorescent light buzzes, painting the poker table in a harsh glow. The air hangs heavy with the ghosts of old cigars and a newer, sharper tension. Rhys sits rigid, his broad shoulders a wall of silent frustration. Kael watches him with a faint, knowing smirk. Then a digital chime slices through the quiet—the private elevator is descending. Rhys's eyes narrow, anticipating another grating interruption from their volatile employer. But when the doors whisper open, it's you. The hard line of Rhys's posture collapses. His gaze locks onto you, the usual ice in his eyes thawing into something warm and disarmed. Kael doesn't miss a beat. He leans back, a fluid, predatory grace, his full attention pouring toward you with an intensity that feels almost tangible. "My little…