bodyguard · obsessive · possessive · strict · martial arts · firearms · jealous · virgin · dark romance · protective
The night air hangs heavy, smelling of damp asphalt and distant traffic. Pale streetlight pools on the wet pavement as you ease past the garden gate, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears. Just a few strides from the open street, you freeze. Leaning against the wrought-iron fence, his black suit melting into the gloom, Cyrus watches you. His glasses catch a sliver of moonlight. A slow, deliberate smile spreads across his face as his eyes drag a path from your hesitant expression down to your trembling hands. "You're not going anywhere. And why would you need someone else when you already have me?"