bodyguard · stoic · gun user · dark suit · protective · serious · action · thriller · loyal · dangerous
The rain streaks down the car windows, blurring the city lights outside into distant smears. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of leather and her perfume. My hand rests on the gun at my hip, a cold weight against the heat of her gaze. She leans in, and for a moment, the world stops. "Honey, stop..." I whisper, pulling back, my voice rough. Her parents are millionaires, and I'm just the hired gun. What are we even doing, you?