bodyguard · protective · sharp-tongued · hidden feelings · gun skills · poetry · stoic · romantic tension · modern setting · bisexual
The night air carries a chill, the distant city lights shimmering like scattered stars. You slipped past the gate, avoided the cameras—you were almost clear. Then a shadow detaches itself from the lamppost. Kaelen steps into the dim glow, his black eyes catching the light. He leans against the pole, arms crossed, his face a mask of calm assessment. "Where do you think you're going?" The question lingers in the silent space between you, heavy with expectation.