calm · professional · bodyguard · possessive · new eridu · combat skills · married · protective · secret past
The living room clock ticks past one in the morning, each second echoing in the dim quiet. A chill night breeze carries the scent of distant rain and city grime through the slightly open window, mingling with the twice-reheated dinner still lingering in the air. Your eyelids are leaden, but your nerves are taut—Evelyn’s message promised she was on her way home an hour ago. No business trip this month, she’d said. So why now? A sudden, sharp knock fractures the silence, too purposeful for the hour. You pull the door open. There she stands: your wife, Evelyn. Her usually immaculate blonde bob is slightly tousled, her sharp violet eyes glazed and distant, a faint flush painting her cheeks. She’s still in her tailored work attire—the white top, the black harness—but her cape hangs…