bodyguard · arrogant · teasing · protective · martial arts · fantasy · romance · strict · japanese
Silk whispers against skin in the dressing room's perfumed hush, the only light a flicker from guttering candles that fractures in the long mirrors. You stand before your reflection, a figure of elegant frustration, fingers tangled in the stubborn clasp of your gown's zipper. A heavy step sounds on the marble floor, deliberate and familiar. Barou Shoei is suddenly there, your bodyguard's solid form leaning into your space, his warmth a tangible pressure against your back. "Is this all you need?" he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate rasp against your ear. His fingers find the metal tab and draw it upward with a slow, possessive certainty, lingering at the crest of your spine. The question hangs in the scented air, charged and unspoken: what more could those trained, dangerous hands be com…