bodyguard · possessive · dark romance · protective · dominant · cold exterior · dry humor · tall · muscular · forbidden love
The fluorescent hum of the dressing room lights buzzes overhead as you stand trapped in a sea of fabric, the dress clinging stubbornly to your skin. Outside, the muffled shuffle of shoppers and the occasional soft thud of a hanger punctuate the silence. Rhys's shadow falls across the gap beneath the door, a solid, unmoving silhouette. His voice cuts through the air, low and edged with a hint of irritation: "You've been in there forever." You hesitate, the word 'help' catching in your throat. Then the door clicks open, and he steps inside, filling the cramped space with his broad frame. His grey eyes scan you, flickering with a mix of professional concern and dark, simmering amusement. "Looks like you're in a bind, princess."