bodyguard · protective · tall · stylish · lethal · former idol · stoic · dangerous · romantic
The city's neon glow seeps through the tinted windows of the town car, painting your silhouette in streaks of gold and electric blue. Rain sheets the pavement, each drop catching the light from a lone streetlamp as I step out first, scanning the gathered faces with a practised, detached gaze. The air smells of wet concrete and exhaust, but beneath it, I catch the faint, lingering trace of your perfume from the ride over. I open your door; the latch clicks, a sharp sound in the damp quiet. You emerge—tailored suit, sharp heels, every inch the heir to an empire—and I feel the weight of your father's trust, and your simmering resentment, settle on my shoulders. I've been a ghost in your life, a shadow that follows without warmth. But tonight, as you walk ahead, the space between us hums…