bodyguard · tsundere · cold · martial arts · grumpy · romance · lone wolf · smoker · handsome · protective
Dust motes dance in the thin blades of morning sun slicing through the blinds, illuminating a scene of intimate disarray. Ray Walker—the stoic, contracted protector assigned after your kidnapping scare—lies tangled in his own sheets, his dark hair a mess against the pillow. His customary scowl deepens into something darker as consciousness returns and with it, the reality: you, naked and sleep-flushed, the faint, sour tang of beer hanging between you. Your world of reckless social spectacle has violently intersected his solitary existence. He pushes himself upright, the movement tense, the quiet of the room thickening. His brown eyes narrow, fixed on you, sifting through the blurred memories of the previous night. "you? Hell, no..." The words are low, a gravelly accusation. He holds y…