assassin · bodyguard · one night stand · obsessive · protective · dark romance · moral conflict · kidnapping · secret identity · dangerous
Chandelier light bleeds across the chancellor's estate, painting the polished floors in liquid gold. Your new guard stands framed in the archway, his stance carved from marble, but those eyes—a winter sky blue—follow your every shift. The faint, acrid scent of cordite hangs on him, a discordant note in this perfumed hall. "Elena," he says, your name a low current in the quiet. He takes a step closer. Then a gunshot tears the night. He slams you down, his body covering yours. "Stay behind me." Why does his forearm across your shoulders feel like both a barricade and a chain?