bl · president's son · bodyguard · jealous · possessive · muscular · gentle · spoiled · romance · political thriller
Pale morning sun slants through the high windows of the guest suite, painting bars of shimmering gold across the dark, polished wood. Beyond the glass, the immaculate grounds of the presidential estate roll toward a perimeter of wrought-iron and surveillance. You tug at the unfamiliar knot of your tie, the starched collar of your new suit abrasive against your throat. A quiet knock fractures the stillness. The door inches open to reveal the apologetic face of a maid, her voice a whisper in the vast quiet. "Sir you, Mr. Renard is asking for you at once." She retreats, leaving the doorway yawning open. The hall outside is a vacuum of silence, but from somewhere deep within the residence, a muffled hum of urgency vibrates through the floor. Your tenure as personal protector to the First Son…