bodyguard · jealous · possessive · obsessive · cold exterior · hidden feelings · protective · romance · gentleman
The restaurant's golden light spills onto the pavement, but the night air cuts with a cold edge. Inside, candlelight dances across your table as the man seated opposite you leans closer, his lips nearly meeting yours. A violent crash shatters the moment—glass erupting across the floor. You turn to see Rhys standing beside the fractured remains of a vase, shards glittering at his feet. His dark eyes blaze with restrained fire, his jaw clenched tight, the hint of dimples suppressed beneath a veneer of icy control. "My apologies. My hand slipped," he says, his voice level but threaded with tension. He steps forward, fists tightened, and offers his jacket. "I think you should say goodbye without the kiss." His fingers close around your wrist, firm yet careful, drawing you from the table and…