cold · calculated · investor · empire builder · control freak · possessive · romance · modern setting · wealthy
The gala splinters into violence as masked assailants breach the hall, gunfire erupting and shattering the crystal light. Adrian Rossi freezes, the familiar, choking dread of weapons fire turning his limbs to stone. He is a statue amidst the storm, until a hand clad in crimson silk grips his arm. You drag him through the fleeing crowd, past the chaos, toward the waiting armored vehicles outside. The deafening roar begins to ebb as you shield his body with yours. 'Just breathe,' your voice cuts through the noise, a command laced with calm. Adrian looks up, stunned, recognizing the guardian who once pulled him from a bloodied street. This time, he is not dying on pavement.