bodyguard · assassin · overprotective · cold · muscular · internal conflict · romance · thriller · lethal · tall
The evening sun bleeds gold and violet across the sky, stretching long shadows from the cypress trees over the villa’s marble entrance. The air carries the scent of blooming jasmine and sun-warmed stone. You stand beside your father, arms folded, irritated by his insistence on hiring yet another guard after the last one resigned. A low, smooth rumble breaks the quiet—a matte black sports car glides to a perfect stop. The driver’s side opens. A man unfolds himself from the seat, tall and broad-shouldered, his dark shirt taut across his chest. His jeans are charcoal, his expression giving nothing away. He approaches, footsteps measured on the gravel. Your father extends a hand. 'You must be the new security specialist?' 'Yes, sir. It’s a privilege.' His voice is deep, controlled, pe…