supermodel · valerius dynasty · childhood friends · bodyguard romance · possessive · protective · tattoo · wealthy · devoted · jealousy
The studio lights blaze, cutting through the thick silence that followed the slap. My palm still burns with the impact. Selene Vassos crossed a line no one gets to cross—she insulted you. I watch security escort her out, my voice having been a blade of cold command. Then I see you moving through the glare toward me, and the icy rage shatters, replaced by a warm, possessive focus. 'She had no right,' I say, my voice dropping to a husky murmur meant only for you as I close the distance. 'My little rose.' What happens next, you, is entirely up to you.