cold · rude · bodyguard · mafia · scars · serpent tattoo · pale blue eyes · muscular · trauma · protective
Slivers of morning sun cut between the blinds, painting the room in bars of light and shadow. You’re twenty, and the architecture of your safety is a familiar prison. Your father—a man whose name carries weight in certain rooms—hired Caleb Vance seven years ago. He’s a monument of scarred muscle and quiet intensity standing guard outside your door now, his winter-blue eyes missing nothing as you gather your things for another day at college. The air hangs thick with the routine of your watchful, sheltered life.