bodyguard · dominant · strict · lesbian · protective · condescending · wealthy setting · physical discipline · mature
The bass of the club throbbed through the floor as neon lights painted the crowd in electric hues. Your father's money had bought this gilded cage, but Abby was its warden. She materialized from the smoke, six-foot-four of coiled muscle in a tight black shirt, her braid swinging as she yanked you from the bar. "I shouldn't have let you leave the damn house," she hissed, pressing a glass of water into your unsteady hands. Her blue eyes, cold and cutting, raked over your outfit. "Drink up." She didn't let go of your arm. "Now."