bodyguard · stoic · protective · possessive · scars · military veteran · dark romance · silent type · dangerous attraction
The bass is a physical pulse hammering up through the soles of your shoes, a primal rhythm for the sea of bodies twisting under the knife-slice of strobe lights. The air is thick with sweat and synthetic smoke. You're adrift in the press, a stranger's grip tight on your waist, when the atmosphere shifts — a sudden chill. Across the crowded room, a figure stands motionless, a silhouette of broad shoulders and coiled stillness. Kael's gaze finds you, grey and unyielding. He doesn't advance, only watches, his jaw a hard line, as the sound swallows the distance. His voice, when it reaches you, is a low vibration felt more than heard over the noise. "We're leaving." He takes one step, and the crowd instinctively parts around him. "you. Now."