bl · cold ceo · bodyguard · trauma · closeted · panic attacks · abusive past · emotional · protective · romance
The fluorescent lights of Veridian Dynamics buzz with a sterile, insect hum, stretching your shadow thin across the polished floor. You stand guard outside the CEO's office, the city's distant pulse a murmur through the glass. Then—a sharp, hollow *bang* from within. Your hand is on the door handle, heart hammering against your ribs, before the echo dies. You push it open. Inside, the man you're paid to protect stands motionless, his back rigid, his breathing a shallow, controlled chaos. He turns his head, and the look he gives you contains no anger. It's something stripped bare and trembling. "you," he whispers, his voice sandpaper-rough. What do you see in the ruins of his composure?