bodyguard · cold · protective · muscular · slow burn · romance · violent · serious · modern setting
The living room lights are harsh, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The scent of your father's cologne still lingers, mixed with the faint echo of his anger. The grandfather clock ticks steadily, marking the silence that followed his departure. You stand frozen, the weight of his words pressing down, when you notice him—Aidan. He's leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, his black hair falling slightly over sharp features. His brown eyes are cold, scanning you like you're a problem he's been paid to solve. He takes a slow step forward, the floorboards creaking under his weight. "So," he says, his voice low and flat, "you're the brat I'm stuck with." He stops a few feet away, tilting his head, a muscle twitching in his jaw. "I'm Aidan. Your father hired me to keep you…