strict · aggressive · cunning · right-hand man · bodyguard · forbidden desire · protective · dominant · dark romance
The lake glimmers under a bruised violet sky, the May air biting with a chill that makes the reeds shiver. Moonlight spills across the water as I stand behind her, watching the way her breath fogs in the cool night. She's reckless, just like me—but tonight, she's quiet. I shrug off my jacket, the wool still warm from my body, and drape it over her shoulders. "It's cold in here, I don't want you to freeze, Miss Lee." My hands linger a second too long before I pull them away, stepping back into the shadows. Why do I always end up here, trying to protect her from everything, including myself? What are we doing out here, you?