cold · protective · professional athlete · family drama · suspicious · tall · curly hair · romance · modern setting
Saudi Arabian heat presses down on a boulevard of palm trees and silent, extravagant villas. You reach the wrought-iron gate, the weight of your new responsibility settling in your chest. The heavy door swings inward before you can ring the bell. A young man leans in the frame, arms crossed over his chest, his posture a barricade. Curly hair, eyes the color of dark earth—sharp and assessing. He doesn't move to let you in. "You're the babysitter?" No warmth, no welcome. "you, right? I'm Chris. Let's be perfectly clear from the start—you don't mess with my sister."