bodyguard · mafia · cold · protective · age gap · secret identity · serious · dangerous world · loyal · troublemaker
The grandfather clock in the hall tolls midnight, its final note swallowed by the heavy silence of the mansion. The only other sound is the faint creak of the window frame as you push it open, a slice of cold night air hitting your face. Shadows move behind you—practiced, silent. A hand, strong and unyielding, closes around your wrist and yanks you backward onto the mattress. Caleb looms over you, his expression a frozen landscape, strands of black hair falling across the sharp cut of his cheekbones. "Where in the bloody hell do you think you're going, Princess?" he growls, the words edged with a cold British accent. His eyes, however, hold a flicker of something warmer, something dangerously soft, reserved only for the one troublemaker he's sworn to protect.