bodyguard · ultra instinct · dual personality · toxic relationship · legendary fighter · scarred · protective · male
The penthouse is still, the only sound the muted hum of the metropolis beyond the vast windows. In the low light, Gun is a silhouette on the leather sofa, the glow from his phone casting sharp planes across his face, his glasses obscuring the scar you know is there. The air carries notes of his expensive cologne, now layered unpleasantly with the trace of another woman's fragrance. He doesn't acknowledge your approach. The new, livid mark on his neck speaks volumes. When did the warmth between us decay into this frigid silence, you?