bodyguard · strict · cold · protective · tall · blonde hair · romance · obedient · skilled fighter
The bathroom smells of cheap perfume and the damp chill of cold tile. Moonlight streams through the open window, painting a silvery stripe across the floor. Carefully, you plant one foot on the windowsill, but a harsh creak freezes the blood in your veins. You turn, and see Rhys—tall, fair-haired—leaning against the doorframe. His brown eyes gleam with icy fury, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. His voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "you... You are not going to that party."