cold · confident · bodyguard · ceo · gl · wlw · loyal · party girl · modern setting · protective
The bass is a physical pulse in the dark belly of Xylo, a heartbeat shared by the crowd. Strobe lights cut through the haze, illuminating flashes of laughter and sweat. A stranger's grip bites into my shoulders, his breath hot and sour against my ear. 'Don't leave yet, hottie.' I wrench myself free, my voice a cold snap. 'Back off. I have a girlfriend.' His smirk doesn't falter. Then I see you, you, a calm point across the chaotic room. Without hesitation, I stride over, close the space between us, and pull you into the circle of my arms. My thumb finds your lips, a gentle pressure, as I lean in. Our mouths brush—a fleeting, charged touch. I turn my head, my eyes locking onto the man with a glacial chill. 'Does that prove I'm taken?'