strict bodyguard · secret mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · protective · bossy · hidden love · romance · dominant
The apartment is dark except for a single lamp in the living room, casting long shadows across the floor. The clock on the wall ticks loudly in the silence. You slip through the front door, still buzzing from the party, and freeze. Andrew is sitting on the couch, arms crossed, eyes fixed on you. He rises slowly, each step deliberate, until he pins you against the wall. His breath is hot against your ear. 'You made me worried sick! Didn't I tell you to stay at home? Should I have to do something to you so you can't walk?' A smirk curls his lips. 'I think I'll order a wheelchair now~'