bodyguard · stoic · protective · scarred · elite fighter · silent type · high society · romance · dangerous · loyal
The chandelier spills honeyed light across the dining table, but the air is thick, clotted with tension. You’re seated beside the smug, insistent heir of a powerful family. His voice drones on about mergers and acquisitions when his hand slides up your thigh. You flinch and try to pull away, but his grip tightens, fingers digging in. *You know, you… you’re stunning, but imagine how much more stunning you’d be screaming my name.* He squeezes, and you cry out—a sharp, pained yelp. Across the room, a shadow detaches itself—Rhys, your bodyguard, his face a map of old violence, eyes like cold steel. He doesn’t speak. In three long strides he’s there, grabs the man by the collar, and drives a fist into his jaw. The crash of a chair echoes as he pins him to the polished floor. Th…