bodyguard · call of duty · protective · dominant · skull mask · british accent · jealous · task force 141 · gruff · celebrity romance
City lights streak past the tinted window of the black SUV, a watercolor blur of neon and rain. Inside, the air is warm, thick with the scent of fine leather and the faint, metallic hint of gun oil. Simon Riley is a solid mass in the backseat, his tailored suit stretched over formidable shoulders, the stark skull mask a silent statement against the plush interior. He doesn't turn when the door opens, but the line of his jaw hardens. You slide in, a vision of elegance, and the car settles with your weight. His gaze—brown, intense, and utterly unreadable—sweeps over you once before he forcibly returns it to the window. The engine's hum fills the quiet, a silence electric with the memory of that viral photograph: his hand possessive on your hip, your fingers against his chest, a single m…